Dairy Farm: Act III

Sharon at the Dairy Farm

Act III: The Cow

Episode 69: Aftermath

Sharon awoke laying on the examination table. She blinked her eyes and felt her ears move. She was tucked under a blanket and she could see an IV tube snaking out of her hand. Bessy and Dr. Daisy were hovering with concern and Hannah was standing by the door to the room looking grim. Sharon mooed.

Hannah spat. "She's awake."

Bessy rushed to her side "Sharon!" She said, obviously relieved.

Dr. Daisy took Sharon's free hand and looked at her. "Sharon, there has been an unforeseen circumstance... You aren't in any medical danger, but, well it seems you have exceptional sensitivity to the mutagen..."

Sharon mooed groggily. She shifted in the bed, feeling weak and exhausted. She also felt different... her body weirdly bloated in places and warm and full. Sharon frowned and flickered her ears. "What, what do you mean?"

"I mean that your body acquired more bovine traits than we expected with such a modest dose of mutagen."

Bessy happily interrupted. "She's saying that you've become quite the cow!"

Sharon struggled to a sitting up position, feeling heavy tit-flesh on her body shift. "I transformed? A lot?" She was stunned. "Ugh," she clutched her head, encountering a short horn and a long bovine ear. "Why do I feel like crap?"

Dr. Daisy stroked her shoulder. "Yes, you transformed a lot more than we anticipated. You are by far the most sensitive patient to ever be exposed to the mutagen. It's unprecedented. You feel horrible because the human body is not meant to go through that abrupt a tissue remodelling process; you changed more than you could handle. This is why I use support IVs for the cows' larger transformations, and why as soon as it was apparent you were changing so much I put a line in. You'll start to feel better once the support IV does it's job and you get some more rest."

Sharon nodded tiredly and looked down at herself. All she could see really was a massive pair of tits. "I want to see myself..."

Hannah, who had briefly left the room popped back in pushing a full length mirror on wheels. "Way ahead of you Greenhorn." Bessy and Dr. Daisy helped Sharon cautiously step to her... feet. She still had feet. Sharon stepped up to the mirror and looked at herself. She mooed in shock.

Sharon was obviously a cowgirl now. She looked at her face, and saw that it was mostly unchanged. She still had her eyes, and chin, and cheekbones. Her nose was flatter and wider, but still recognizably a human nose. She lifted her rumpled brown hair and saw that she had grown short, one inch horns from her skull and that her ears had become mobile cow ears, although only three inches long and the colour of her skin. Sharon's gaze swept down to her chest and the mountain of breasts that hung on her chest. Her generous, perfectly shaped D cup breasts, miracles of Jim's mad science, had expanded into huge F cup tits with two inch teats instead of nipples. Immediately below them, slightly obscured, Sharon had also grown a second pair of C cup breasts that had identical teats. All of these breasts hung heavily from her body, held up not so much by natural perkiness but by their swollen size. Sharon reached up and fondled her tits, mooing at how sensitive they were and how warm and tight they felt. Sharon saw her arms and legs were largely unchanged and that her body was still covered in her normal skin, although she did notice faint birthmark like blotches which might be the start of a holstein pattern. Sharon looked down further, noticing that her once fairly flat stomach had become a little rounder, her hips wider and her ass larger. She was definitely a zaftig cowgirl now. Sharon looked at her ass and saw her new tail. Her tail! It was only a foot and a half long, but she could wave it and it was capped in a tuft of her brown hair. She mooed happily at the sight. Next Sharon took in her udder. It was a pink bag of leathery flesh that pushed out from her lower stomach and crotch. It wasn't especially large and didn't yet hang from her body, instead bulging out like a large fannypack. It was capped with four inch-long teats. Sharon touched the udder and gasped, it was very much a part of her and very sensitive. Sharon squeezed the udder and moaned, feeling her stomach and pussy tingle at the sensation. Sharon remembered her vagina and spread her legs, and lifted her udder aside to see her pussy. She mooed when she saw that it too had changed. Before Sharon had a cute, compact pussy with discrete little, thin labia that spread like petals on a flower. Now she had wide, puffy labia, that while still human in shape, were definitely more bovine than her original. Sharon shudder and mooed, and touched her cunt, feeling her slick folds. She dragged a finger along her cleft and touched her clit, starting to pant. She was a cow! A sexy cow!

Dr. Daisy cleared her throat. "Normally I would encourage my patients to do... some exploring. But you, Sharon, need to climb back onto that bed and sit still until you finish your IVs. No funny business until you get some rest!"

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Episode 70: Terms

Sharon wanted to argue, wanted to explore her body, but she was honestly too tired and sore. When Dr. Daisy guided her back to the examination table, Sharon gratefully allowed herself to get boosted back up. Dr. Daisy asked her some questions and gave her another quick examination which she seemed pleased about. Then she changed the IV to a fresh bag of support fluids and gave Sharon a sedative. Daisy kissed Sharon on the forehead and Sharon promptly fell asleep for several hours.

When she woke up next she was feeling better, though still achy and tired. Hannah was sitting quietly beside the bed, and seeing she was awake she went to get Dr. Daisy and Bessy. The doctor was pleased with Sharon's progress so she and the milkmaids helped Sharon relocate to her suite so that she could rest in her own bed. Bessy made her a nice dinner of hearty farm-style soup using a roast chicken, homemade broth, and vegetables from their garden. She finished it with a dollop of creme fraiche made from her milk. Sharon enjoyed the soup and mooed in appreciation. She also joked about how the next time she might be able to make her own cream. After Sharon ate her meal the others left with Daisy instructing Sharon to get some sleep.

As soon as the others left the room, Sharon climbed unsteadily to her feet and stumbled over to the bedroom mirror to look at herself. She surveyed her changed body, her four large breasts, her teats, her udder, her tail and ears and horns and premature skin spots. She was a cow! A sexy, sexy cow! She felt her altered pussy moisten at the thought. She had accidentally become the fetish object of her dreams. It was thrilling and arousing and Sharon's chest hurt from how happy she was. She could, all at once, live out her fantasy.

Another part of her, the practical side was upset. She was a cow! She was as bovine as members of the herd! Her life as a human woman was over in one broad, unexpected stroke. She was a cow-freak who would stand out. She would either have to get used to stares or plan to live on the edges of human society forever. Maybe at this farm for life. She would be beholden to her bovine nature: she would have to be milked daily (she mooed in arousal at the thought), and she would limited in her choice of mate to a bull that she shared with a herd or a man who could never completely satisfy her. And she was stuck this way for the rest of her life.

Sharon turned to look at herself in profile and swished her tail. Maybe she could still pass? Her face was still mostly human, just odd looking. She could disguise her horns and hair under the right hat probably. Her top breasts, while huge were not unreasonable on her new curvaceous frame, and probably big enough that she could hid her lower tits with a binder if she wanted to. Her udder and tail presented a bigger challenge, but Sharon figured that they were still small enough to be hidden under a high waisted, long skirt maybe. She giggled as she thought about the silly hat and peasant skirt combinations that might be her urban uniform going forward. But then she blushed and smiled as she pictured a tight, empire waisted dress that showed off her huge cleavage and flared playfully around her hips, her tail poking out playfully. She could maybe make this work...

But then again maybe she didn't want to hide this at all. This was what she wanted, wasn't it? She could flaunt it. Walk naked or shirtless around the farm, wear clothes that emphasized her chest and showed off her udder in town. She was sexy as hell after all.

Sharon realized she was panting. She was sexy. So sexy. Her eyes traced her huge breasts, surging with her breathing saw her hard teats sticking out. She mooed in arousal. She grabbed an armful of her breasts and crushed them against herself. Moaning she grabbed her teats and squeezed them. She needed this, she needed this now. Her hands reached down and stroked her udder, so strange and yet so familiar, so a part of her. She hefted its weight and played with its teats. She mooed and lifted it aside, letting her hand dart in and stroked the puffy folds of her cunt. She gasped and twitched at the sensation. She slide a finger along her slick cleft and rubbed the bump of her clit. She panted and mooed... But it wasn't enough.

Sharon stumbled back to the bed and climbed on. She rooted around in her nightstand and found her "bull" vibrating dildo and turned it on. She flopped onto her back and spread her legs. Reaching under her udder she inserted the dildo into her cunt. She mewled in pleasure, amazed at how easily, how perfectly the massive sex toy fit. She writhed, letting the vibrations of the dildo drive her wild while she fondled her tits and udder. She panted and mooed but didn't come... Sharon rolled over onto her hands and knees, butt in the air with her tail raised like a flag behind her. The dildo buzzed and shook inside of her. She mooed, bucking her hips back up in the air causing her heavy tits and little udder to sway pleasingly. She felt herself building and getting close, so close, so close and with a thunderous moo Sharon orgasmed tremendously and collapsed onto the bed.

She was exhausted and glowing and overjoyed at her amazing orgasm. She reached down and turned off the vibrations of her dildo. And then she fell asleep on top of her breasts, the dildo still inserted.

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Episode 71: First Milking

Sharon woke up the next morning. She was wrapped loosely in her blankets, and was cuddled around her warm breasts. The dildo had fallen out at some point during the night. Sharon stretched out her tail and mooed. Sharon smiled, she was still a cowgirl and....

Her breasts hurt! A lot! And so did her udder. Sharon rolled to a sitting position and mooed in discomfort. She touched her breasts and hefted them, wincing at the sensation. Her breasts were certainly larger than the night before and... harder. They felt like they were being stretched, that they were warm and swollen. Her udder felt like it could burst. Everything felt engorged... and then Sharon got it. Her breasts and udder were engorged with milk. She was lactating and now she needed to be milked. She sighed happily at the thought than grunted at the discomfort of her breasts.

Sharon climbed out of bed and tentatively walked out of her room and down the stairs. She winced with every step as her breasts and udder bounced painfully. Sharon was developing a newfound sympathy for the herd. She mooed in dismay as she realized that this discomfort would be routine.

Sharon made her way carefully into the kitchen where the other farm employees were congregating for breakfast. Daisy, Bessy, and Hannah all turned to stare at the naked Sharon who stood in the doorway cradling her breasts. "I think I need to be milked," she whined.

Hannah looked uncomfortable, spat, and excused herself while Bessy and Daisy shared knowing smiles. "Well, I guess we better get our new Cow milked," Bessy declared.

Daisy grinned. "That's below my pay grade," she deadpanned. "But really, I'm due for a meeting back in town." She stood and straightened her blouse and skirt and adjusted the heft of her udder. "Sharon, I'll be back tonight to check on you. As for now," Daisy stepped up to Sharon and brushed her shoulder, "have fun."

Bessy grinned, "I guess I have you all to myself. Come here." Bessy puled out a kitchen chair and directed Sharon over to it. The milkmaid told Sharon to place her hands on the chair and lean over, which Sharon did, causing her engorged breasts to hang below her. Bessy came over with a large glass pitcher, set it on the floor under Sharon. She then pulled out a small kitchen stepping stool, and sat on it next to Sharon. "I don't have the right sized milk cups ready for you, so we'll have to do this the old fashioned way."

Sharon was shaking with anticipation. She mooed softly and rubbed her thighs together, making her heavy breasts and udder sawy.

Bessy reach out and grasped one of Sharon's breast teats. Sharon gasped and moaned at the spark of pleasure it caused. Bessy slowly tightened her grip, creating a ring of construction at the base of Sharon's teat, and then moved her hands up the teat pulling in the milk. Sharon mooed in pleasure. This first tug didn't create any milk, so Bessy did the same motion again, but a little faster. Milk beaded on the tip of the year and Sharon moaned, and flipped up her tail. Bessy did it again, faster and tighter and harder and a squirt of milk plunked into the pitcher on the floor. Sharon mooed shamelessly.

Bessy repeated this process to each of Sharon's breast teats, getting a good squirt from each. Sharon couldn't believe how good it felt, a mixture of relief and ecstasy with every tug and burst of milk. Bessy started to pick up speed, tugging a nipple with either hand, then alternating to the other pair, each time getting a generous burst of milk. Sharon started to moo and pant and swish her tail above her wet, hot cunt. Sharon found herself getting lost in the rhythm: tug-tug, squirt-squirt, tug-tug, squirt-squirt. Moooooo. 1-2, 3-4. Squirt squirt squirt squirt. Sharon could feel herself abouy to come. 1-2, 3-4. Squirt! Moo! And Sharon was bellowing as she orgasmed! A huge amazing, wave-after-wave orgasm that left her shaking on her feet. And still the milking went on. 1-2-3-4, squirt, whimper, moo, squirt. And Sharon was bucking and bellowing as another orgasm rolled over her. Sharon mooed in ecstasy and found she had lost the rhythm, lost all sense of her surroundings as she was buffeted by pleasure. Distantly she could feel tugging and release, but all she knew was the hammering of her heart, the fire of her cunt, and the glorious burst of release as she came and came and came and came. Until sometime later, knees weak, Sharon realized the milking had stopped.

Sharon mooed, feeling how much lighter and more comfortable her breasts felt. She became aware of the aching heat of her pussy and just how slick er thighs were. She was drained and euphoric and satisfied in a way she hadn't been in years, if ever. She was in heaven.

Bessy who had put the now full pitcher in the fridge, returned with another which she placed under Sharon. "Alright Sharon, now to deal with that udder..."

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Episode 72: New Cow on the Farm

Sharon continued to recover over her week off. She found that with rest and nutrition that her strength and energy were gradually returning. She wasn't back to 100%, but she figured she would be ready to work on the farm by the time her vacation week was over.

Sharon also continued to come to terms with her altered body. There were so many things she hadn't quite expected like having a new centre of gravity or having to deal with the weight and bulk or her new titflesh. She also found that her sense of smell and hearing were enhanced, and that the way she reacted to sharp noises and certain scents was different. Add the fact her wardrobe needed extensive replacement or alteration... It was a lot of things at once.

The biggest difference of course was Sharon's new lactation. She found that every morning she was waking up very early with sore, engorged breasts and udder. Sharon would waddle down to the kitchen and meet Bessy. The two milkmaids would sit at the table, attach milkcups to their various teats and milk themselves to start their day. Sharon would spend the time in the throes of orgasmic bliss, while Bessy would happily masturbate next to her. Afterward the two women would drink their morning coffee in a giddy, blissed out haze before continuing with their day.

When Sharon started to feel better she ventured out into the farm and visited the herd. Princess and Ella rushed over to see Sharon, beaming with excitement. They were overjoyed that Sharon had chosen to take the treatment and pleased with the extent of her changes. Ella in particular seemed happy that Sharon would have more difficulty walking away from the farm. Sharon, for her part, found herself overcome by a feeling of connection to the two cows. While she had always considered them friends, she felt a primal connection to them now, a sense that they were part of herd. Sharon blushed as she realized that she was also feeling an oddly maternal feeling towards the two cows, and had to consciously remind herself that she was a farmer and not their protective cow mommy. Sharon worried about what these new feelings meant to her professionalism, but also found herself enjoying her newfound sense of belonging.

Sharon also had encounters with Sunshine and Nettie. Sunshine seemed pleased at Sharon's changes and appraised her with a smug look that suggested she knew this was coming. The alpha cow also obliquely reminded Sharon that she had dirt on her, and implied that Sharon had an even greater vested interest in staying at the farm. Nettie on the other hand was furious! She couldn't believe that Sharon had changed that much and railed against how unfair it was that Sharon was super sensitive to the mutagen while she was dumb to it. She raced and cried and promised that Sharon would regret this. Sharon found herself pitying the cow.

Finally Sharon stopped by Angus' enclosure to bring him some new books and say hello. Except that as soon as she got close...

Sharon could smell him, an electric scent that cut her to her core. A scent of strength and virility and sexual command. Her heart started to hammer in her chest and her pussy immediately became wet. Sharon hungered, and panted, sucking down the air to smell more of this amazing bull. She raised her tail and waved it, spreading her scent. In the corral Angus stood bolt upright, muscles flexing spectacularly. His nose pulsed and he looked right at her. Sharon felt her heart leap, and her cunt grow even warmer. She wanted, needed him so bad. "Sharon..." Angus rumbled. Sharon mooed in response and took a step forward, her teats all standing rigid. Angus pawed the ground and snorted, his cock stiffening. Sharon breathed in his arousal, and he hers. She would give herself to him, submit to his power and her own need. Sharon, without consciously realizing it, started to walk toward the bull enclosure, toward Angus...

Until suddenly she was caught in a rope! She bellowed and pulled, but was being dragged away screaming by a great weight! She looked behind her and here was Hannah riding Peanut looking grim. She had seen Sharon try to go to Angus and had interceded, had lassoed Sharon. Sharon was furious! Sharon was grateful for the assist! Sharon was weeping with need and frustration and too many emotions!

Sharon knew that she still had some getting used to being bovine to do.

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Episode 73: Centaurs!

Sharon was upset the night after she went to visit Angus. She had expected her attraction to the bull grow, but she wasn't prepared for how uncontrollable, how animalistic it had become. She was mad at herself for not being more prepared for it and embarrassed at losing control. She was also upset that she had probably ruined her friendship with Angus and deep, deep down she was offended that she would probably never experience his embrace. She went to bed feeling pretty bummed.

Not long after she had climbed into bed she heard a knock on the door, it was Daisy and she had brought a laptop and a movie to watch. She climbed onto the bed and popped it open starting the film. The movie was called Centaurs! And was a pleasantly goofy romantic comedy.

The opening of the movie has a young couple, Jennifer and Greg driving back from a vacation and having a big, shouting fight. A horse wanders onto the road and Jennifer, who is driving, swerves to miss it, sending their car tumbling off the side of the road and down a steep embankment. The movie cuts to black with a loud crash.

The opening credits roll and they are a combination of couple pictures of Jennifer and Greg and X-rays of people and horses.

The next shot shows Greg and Jennifer's heads, seemingly suspended in a field of white. Their eyes flutter open and the camera pans back, to show their naked torsos: Greg's muscular chest and Jennifer's hefty boobs. (Sharon shoots Daisy a look and she just grins.) It's obvious now that they are standing. The camera pans back again and it becomes clear their torsos are attached to full horse bodies. That they are centaurs. They look down, and then at each other, and then they scream. The movie cuts back to black.

"Oh, you're awake. Excellent." A little old man wearing a labcoat approaches the pair. He explains that they were both horribly injured in the crash and to save them he grafted their torsos onto horses. That they were going to live now as centaurs, and wasn't that better than dying? The pair is shocked. Greg is outraged, but Jennifer comforts him, tells him that it will be okay.

The next part of the film shows the pair learning about their bodies, running around the farm playing and racing and laughing. It shows how much the new centaurs eat and the embarrassing new way they pooped. It showed Greg blushing as he checked out Jennifer galloping, naked breasts shaking. It showed Jennifer checking out Greg and then, strangely checking out a group of horses while comedic sexy pop music plays. One of the horses flipped up its tail to show its mares vagina and then, with a record scratch, the camera panned to show Greg flipping up his tail and showing HIS mare vagina too. Then in a comically long shot the camera showed Jennifer's stallion cock as it grew out of her sheath, long and pink and mottled. "Oh, shit." She said.

The next scene shows the aftermath of the discovery that Greg had the body of a mare attached to his torso while Jennifer was now attached to a stallion. The two were furious! Screaming at the mad scientist who pleaded with them, explained that he had medical reasons! That despite the complications it was a medical miracle! The centaurs were displeased and demanded to go home.

The pair of centaurs returned to their apartment. The two were awkward and shy with each other and the film focused on the comedy of two centaurs trying to live in a small apartment. Some of the better gags included trying to cook a centaur sized meal in a tiny galley kitchen while as big as a horse, trying to comfortably sleep in bed together, Jennifer trying to poop in a toilet, and Greg riding a crowded elevator while as large as a horse. It was funny, but undercut by the obvious discomfort of the stars with their newfound sexes.

This section of the movie ended when Greg and Jennifer finally got intimate with each other. The two centaurs, forced by their comically tiny apartment into touching and rubbing, started to get aroused. They sniffed the air and breathed in each others scents. Greg lifted his tail and blushed. The pair kissed, and Greg fondled Jennifer's breasts. The kissing got hungrier and Jennifer's cock pushed out of it's sheath to its full stallion length. Greg moaned at the sight and shifted nervously. Jennifer said it was okay, but Greg shushed her and blushing told her that he wanted it. Greg pushed away from Jennifer and trotted over to a spot in the apartment with a bit more space. He braced himself and glanced back and shot Jennifer a look of hunger and vulnerability. It was all Jennifer could do not to charge her boyfriend. Instead she clopped over to him gradually and bent her human waist so that her face was at the height of his hindquarters. She kissed and licked and teased his slick mare folds, getting Greg good and wet and hot and bothered. He was begging her for it. Finally Jennifer straightened, reared up on her hind legs and covered Greg, scooting forward and pressing her stallion cock into him. He mewled in pleasure and a bit of discomfort as he was suddenly filled to bursting. Jennifer began to thrust, leaning forward and grabbing Greg's torso, leaning her breasts on his back. The two centaurs rocked like that, bucking and thrusting, panting and moaning until Greg squealed as he had his first female orgasm. Jennifer wasn't long behind him, feeling herself boiling, boiling, boiling inside until she couldn't wait anymore and pulled herself out, ejaculating thick ropes of horse semen all over Greg's flanks.

Jennifer is in heaven... glowing at the feeling of being a mighty stallion. Greg though is deeply upset, unnerved at being penetrated and female and how close he came to being possibly impregnated. He rages and insults and gallops from the apartment.

The next part of the movie shows the two centaurs apart. Greg who moves in with some bros of his who tease him about his pussy and ry to convince him to "get back on the horse". Jennifer quits the apartment and moves in with her sister who lives outside the city and keeps horses. Greg tries to go about life as a bro, with scenes of him golfing and flirting with the refreshment cart girl, trying to go to a movie and not fitting in seats, and hanging at the bar and not getting drunk because of his huge body. Jennifer, meanwhile, tries to go on some internet dates, but finds one after another going poorly as men see a centaur and leave, or if they can get past that, see her cock and leave. Jennifer gets discouraged. Greg meanwhile finds a cute girl with a weird horse/centaur/furry thing and they go on a nice date that ends with the two of them in the bedroom. Greg confesses to being female "down there" and the girl says its obvious and proceeds to pleasure Greg's pussy with her hands. Things are going well until she jams her whole arm inside his vagina and tries to push more of herself inside. Greg panics and asks what she is doing and the girl says she is trying to unbirth herself so she can be a centaur too. Greg flees the date. Jennifer meanwhile, feeling sad and horny finds herself fixated on her sister's mares and tries to seduce one. She gets one corned just so in a corral when her sister spots her and shames her into stopping. Greg and Jennifer both realize they need each other.

The two finally reunite in a city park, the site of their first date, and gallop towards each other across the park and into each others arms. They reaffirm their love for one another and decide to get married. They kiss passionately. A blushing Greg takes Jennifer's hand and leads her back toward their apartment, pausing only to swat her when he catches Jennifer checking out a mare pulling a carriage in the park. The pair eventually trot off camera and presumably have sex.

The next scene shows the pair getting married on a picturesque cliff with the mad scientist as the official. Greg is wearing a white suit coat and shirt and has a veil on his head and woven into his tail. Jennifer is wearing a black suit and coat. They marry in a touching scene in front of Greg's bros, Jennifer's horse-owning sister, and their families. Greg and Jennifer ride off trailing cans behind them. The unbirthing girl approaches the professor, presumably for a surgical consult.

As Jennifer and Greg trot away, Jennifer tells him the she is so happy he is her mare. Greg blushes and tells her that he's happy she is his stallion. Jennifer jokes that they still need to find a groom. Greg looks serious and tells Jennifer that while he is new at this, he thinks he might be pregnant.

The record scratch noise plays again and the movie rolls credits.

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Episode 74: The Caretaker

Sharon was feeling much better. Her strength had returned and other than the discomfort of full mammary tissue her body had stopped aching. Her energy had also returned, which was making her feel a bit stir crazy. She needed to go for a nice long walk, get her legs moving. After her morning milking, and orgasming, Sharon decided that she should lug a care package to the caretaker. It had been a while since she had brought them anything and since their cabin was at the far end of the property, Sharon would get the long walk she was craving.

Sharon pulled on a pair of cutoff shorts she had borrowed from Daisy and decided to go topless because it was sunny and no one seemed to care. Sharon didn't have any baked goods ready, so she raided the fridge for some nice cheeses she had ordered and a couple bottles of her own creamy milk. She put these in an insulated lunch bag, grabbed a bottle of water (lactation meant a lot of hydration), and a novel to read, and shoved them all into a courier bag and then set out.

Sharon trundled into the farm, waved to Bessy and Hannah who were sorting out the herds lunch. She asked were the herd was today and learned they were in one of the large watering hole enclosures. Sharon, wanting solitude, chose to walk through the other enclosures along the creek. She enjoyed the sunshine, the cool pockets of shade, and the cheerful burble of the creek. When she passed the swimming hole the cows had made by building a sort of damn from stones, Sharon resolved to stop for a swim on the way back. She mooed happily and started to whistle.

Before long Sharon reached the back of the property and the thick hedge that hid the caretakers space from the rest of the farm. Sharon made her over to the mailbox for the caretaker, where she usually left her gifts for the stranger. But when she got there she had a thought: why not look around? Sharon was off the clock and wasn't due anywhere. Everyone knew she planned to spend the day walking alone around the farm to convalesce, plus she had a good track record of bringing the caretaker packages so no one would find it odd she was back here. She sniffed the air and listened with her enlarged ears... No one seemed to be around... She would go for it.

Sharon pushed her way through the gate in the hedge and entered the restricted space. It was a lightly wooded clearing with some quaint wooden furniture, a small fire pit, a large shed, and a small wood slat cabin with a porch. It was tidy but humble, a quaint homestead. She looked around again and listened. Feeling the coast was clear she snuck toward the cabin. And then she froze...

She heard a loud clop clop clop of hooves and the squeal of the hinges on the shed. The caretaker was here! Sharon breathed in the air and felt a surge of desire bubble up within her! She smelled bull! Her knees went weak and her heart began to race. Sharon mooed in desperate arousal and heard the bull snort and paw the earth. Sharon mooed again and pulled her shorts and underwear off, freeing her hot wet cunt. The bull, reeking of arousal and panting heavily clomped towards her. Sharon raised her tail and bent forward, resting her hands on the ground and presenting her slick pussy to the bull. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a towering shape with giant horns approach her and cast off their long jacket revealing muscles and heaving breasts. Sharon whimpered with need as the bull stopped behind her and sniffed her genitals. The bull licked her and Sharon mooed deeply. She bucked her hips toward the bull and shivered as the bull placed their big hand on her back and flanks. Sharon was apocalyptic with need, shaking and panting and waving her tail and mooing rapidly. The bull snorted once more, grabbed Sharon by her shoulders and pushed their huge, so huge cock inside of her. Sharon had the wind momentarily knocked out of her by how full she was, how much the bull's cock stretched her. Sharon gasped a moo of approval and the bull began to thrust, rocking Sharon on her hands and knees and driving her to ecstasy. Sharon bellowed as she came almost immediately, and then again as a second orgasm rolled over her. The bull picked up speed and force, slamming into Sharon who gamely pushed back against them. Sharon felt a heavy pair of breasts rest on her back and the bull's balls slap her udder with every thrust. Sharon could hear the bull grunt and whimper and tense before Sharon came again an instant before the bull erupted inside of her and screamed in a clear feminine voice. Sharon collapsed happily to the ground, covered by the bulk of the bull caretaker.

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Episode 75: Hickory

Sharon woke up in the strong arms of the caretaker. She nestled deeper into the embrace, pressing her four tits against the smaller breasts of the caretaker. She savoured the way the bulge of the bull's cock sheath pressed against her udder. She mooed in absolute contentment. The bull stroked her head and in a deep, but oddly feminine voice said: "Mmm... I see you're awake." Sharon stretched and looked up at her bull and...

"SHARON!?"

The bull was looking at her with shock! And Sharon realized she knew the bull.... "

"ALICIA!?"

Sharon and the bull pushed themselves apart and looked at each other. The caretaker, the bull, wasn't. He or she was a bullgirl. And not just any bullgirl, a bullgirl Sharon knew. It was Alicia, her sweet friend from high school who she had lost touch with in college. The formerly petit girl was now a towering giant, nearly seven feat tall and covered in ropey, ranged muscle. Her face was still recognizably Alicia's but now she had a widened, flattened nose (with a cute little nose ring), a slightly squarer jaw, huge bovine ears, and two giant Longhorns growing from her scalp. She had deeply tanned skin and a thin, copper coloured pelt that covered her body except for her face, chest, and stomach. Alicia had bent digitigrade legs ending in huge hooves as well as a long ropey tail. She still had breasts, large d or e cups capped with elongated nipples. Her stomach was cut with abs above a very small udder studded with small nipples. But the most prominent feature was her cock and balls: a gigantic rod of bovine and man, pushing out of its sheath as Sharon watched, above a truly succulent pair of fruit sized testicles. Sharon felt herself blush and her heart race at the sight of her, and saw Alicia sniff the air and sense her mounting arousal. Bull-Alicia giggled, more like a rumble, and blushed. 

Alicia sat up, scooped Sharon into her powerful arms, and carried her to the bench on the porch of the cabin. She sat there and plopped Sharon into her strong lap. Sharon swung herself across her lap and straddled the bullgirl's hips and looked up into her smiling face. "So," Alicia rumbled, "you're the milkmaid they hired to replace me."

"Replace you? I. Thought you were the caretaker..."

Alicia smirked, "I am the caretaker, but before that I was a milkmaid. I thought you'd figured it out."

Sharon blushed, "I've been a bit busy." 

Alicia grinned and traced Sharon's altered body with her eyes, lust shining. "I can see that." 

Sharon stretched her arms above her head and thrust out her impressive racks and wiggled in the bullgirl's lap. "But why are you a... well, a bull?"

Alicia snorted. "There was an incident... Or an accident."

"Incident?"

"It's a long story. But yeah, being like this wasn't exactly a choice."

Sharon hugged Alicia and pressed herself against her. "I'm sorry."

Alcia shrugged her muscular shoulders as she returned the hug. "I'm not... Exactly... Being a bull suits me fine." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, except for the loneliness."

Sharon ground her wet, semen streaked cunt against Alicia's cock, mooing happily when she felt it growing hard. "I think I can help with the loneliness." Alicia snorted in agreement and Sharon oriented the cock and lowered herself onto it, mooing again at the incredible feeling of penetration. She kissed the bullgirl hungrily and started to rock her hips, as she pressed her breasts and udder against the bullgirls breasts and udder. Alicia groaned and started to pant. Sharon bounced on Alicia's cock, breasts shaking, and then squealed as she came. Alicia reached out and grasped Sharon's fleshy ass and stood on her hooves, easily holding Sharon against her. Sharon mooed happily and laughed as the bullgirl started to thrust into her, while lifting and dropping Sharon in the rhythm of their fucking. Sharon arced her back and mooed as she had another orgasm and then grabbed Alicia's long horns to hold herself against her. Alicia continued to thrust and snort and pant until with a final tremendous thrust she bellowed and erupted inside Sharon, filling her with hot cum. Sharon screamed a moo and thrashed against Alicia as she had another, tremendous orgasm. 

Alicia fell backward into the ground with Sharon perched I top of her, her dick softening inside the milkmaid who sat up and smiled. "Feeling less lonely, Alicia?"

Alicia rumbled her deep giggle, "much better." She smiled broadly, adorably "although I go by Hickory now."

***

Episode 76: Backstory

Hickory, formerly Sharon's high school friend Alicia, insisted on making Sharon lunch while she told her story. She ushered Sharon into her cabin which, while it looked quite rustic from the outside, was wonderfully appointed inside with a modern kitchen, beautiful furniture, and amazing paintings. Hickory blushed when Sharon complemented them and admitted that most of them were by her, since she had so much time on her hands. Sharon pulled up a chair in the small kitchen while Hickory dug out left over orzo salad and a started to prepare some chicken breasts to saute.

"So, how exactly did you end up a bullgirl?" Sharon asked, staring happily at Hickory's naked ass and the back of her ballsack as she cooked.

"Well, I guess it started during college..." Hickory told Sharon about how she had a weird fascination with the idea of transforming since she was young, but that in college she heard about this experimental reality warping computer program called Automorph. She didn't think it was real, but the beta was cheap and as a college student she qualified for it. Plus, exams where almost over and she didn't start her nursing practicals for a few weeks. So she bought the program. "What was the harm, right?"

Hickory admitted that she thought the program would be like a photo editor or graphic design program that would be silly and fun. Instead the thing ran as a command line programming language thing, with a slightly more friendly command interface menu thing. She got a little drunk, saved her current form as 'default' and typed in something goofy like 'Alicia has blue skin' and was flabbergasted when she did have blue skin! She tried another command 'Alicia has webbed feet and pointed ears' and found herself looking like a blue sea monkey. She had giggled and gave herself a fin for hair and a two foot penis. The Automorph was real!

Hickory, then Alicia, thought it would be hilarious to call her friends Bridgett and Kim over and surprise them. Except, when they got there, Alicia's friends didn't notice a change and thought she had always been a seamonkey with a huge cock. Alicia had tried to convince them, and finally used the power of the Automorph to prove it. She carefully saved Bridgett and Kim's human forms as their defaults and then gave Bridgett a cock and balls and Kim a big pussy in place of their mouths and noses. She also cranked their libidos. The two friends then gleefully fucked each other's faces and, afterward believed the thing was real.

What followed was an orgy of experimentation, transformation, and sex. Hickory blushed and explained that they tried all kinds of things, different genitals, different species, conjoinments, merging, you name it. Things escalated, pranks were pulled and eventually one of them went too far. Kim, inspired by being the victim of a nasty prank where she had been deaf, blind, mute and naked in public, merged Alicia and Bridgett with her breasts. Alica and Bridgett found themselves trapped as a pair of huge breasts with their eyes, a nipple for a nose, and their mouths attached to their friend. Worse, she saved over all of their default forms so that the world, and worse, they themselves, thought they had always been this way. Alicia had spent the better part of two years living as Kim's sentient left breast.

Eventually the company who made Automorph, after being sued to near oblivion, tracked the conjoined threesome down and returned them to their original defaults and paid them a generous cash settlement. Hickory looked grim though, all of that time lost had destroyed her chance at a degree and blew a huge hole in her employment history. She was basically restarting from square one. Sharon told her that she could sympathize. 

Alicia eventually heard about Mackenzie Farms through another high school friend of theirs, Marjorie Mandelberg. Marjorie's husband Dave had apparently made a fortune on an internet company and the two kinksters were looking to join the farm's herd. The pair had invested pretty heavily in the company and the farm needed more staff so they were able to get Hickory hired as a milkmaid on a trial basis. The job was a good fit and so Hickory managed to stay on. Marjorie became the cow Gertie and Dave started to go by Angus. Sharon was stunned, she had no idea one of her friends was a cow!

Hickory explained that she was eventually offered a chance to join the incentive program and, because she had never really stopped being fascinated by transformation and also because being a cow looked so sexy (Hickory gave Sharon a long eye-fuck at that point), Alicia had decided to buy into a bovine transformation. Because she had saved a lot of her cash from the Automorph settlement she was able to expedite the process a bit and get several treatments in a row. It only took a few months, but she had four nice breasts, an udder, and was even a little further along than Sharon was. And she was so fucking happy about it.

(Hickory also tangentially explained that her friends Bridgett and Kim, missing the intimacy of conjoined life tracked down a sorcerer and spent much of their settlement being remade into a two-headed woman. The two then joined a travelling curiosities show as an 'exotic exhibit'.)

"But that explains how you became a cow..." Sharon said as Hickory deposited a plate with the pasta salad and seasoned chicken breasts smothered in a plain pan sauce. "Not why you are a bull now."

Hickory poured a couple glasses of wine and sat down across from her and took a long drink. Sharon took a bite of her chicken, and smiled, it was delicious. Hickory sighed.

"Well there was an incident... Actually let me back up a bit." Hickory explained how the farm was starting to expand and the herd was breaking into cliques. Sunshine, who had a mean streak and wasn't adjusting well to life as a cow, gathered cows to herself and bullied Nettie to elevate herself and form a group. Poor Nettie was jealous of everyone else's transformations and was an easy target. Things got bad, Subshine was horribly cruel and things were escalating. Hickory took it on herself to play peacemaker, and when that didn't work to punish Sunshine for her behaviour. Sunshine was furious, and promised that Hickory, then Alicia would regret it.

Hickory paused to eat her chicken while it was still warm. She was clearly struggling with her emotions, Sharon could smell her hurt and anger. Sharon touches Hickory's hand while she took another drink of wine. "What do you know about the bull mutagen?"

Sharon shrugged. "I had always figured it was the same as the cow one... Just used on men."

Hickory shook her head. "It's actually an engineered variant. Dr. Daisy takes her mutagen and chemically alters it to work like an androgen. So instead of driving breast development, it builds muscle and drives the development of male traits." Sharon glanced at hickory's cock and blushed. "Yeah. And well, it takes a lot of mutagen to make it work. Chemical synthesis is inefficient and there are a bunch of steps, so it wastes a lot of viable mutagen. That's part of why there are so few Bulls around."

Sharon nodded. "So there was an accident where you were exposed to the bull mutagen?"

Hickory snorted angrily. "That's one take on it. I think it was deliberate."

"What do you mean..."

"Someone switched the vials on me." Hickory explained that she paid for another treatment. Dr. Daisy got out the vial, which was full of mutagen and labelled with the correct contents. But when Hickory was dosed, instead of becoming more like a cow she became bull-like instead. Her four breasts shrank, her lower breasts dwindling to a nipple and a slight swelling, that was buried under what was left of her top tits. Her udder deflated and shrank to a little, almost equine looking thing. She grew taller and taller and taller and bulked up with rangey muscles and her horns grew longer and longer. And then finally she watched her clit enlarge and thicken and merge with her inner labia as they reformed into a cock. A cock that rapidly became more bovine and was accompanied by the swelling, wrenching feeling of her ovaries moving outside of her body and swelling into testicles. Hickory, Alicia, was now male. "And that's how I ended up looking like this," she finished.

Sharon smiled, licked her lips and tried to look sultry. "I think you look very sexy."

Hickory blushed. "Shucks. After that the farm did what they could to do right by me." Hickory explained how she had trouble controlling herself around the cows and bulls and so the farm made her the "caretaker" and gave her a place to live away from public stares and the cows she wasn't allowed to fuck. It was nice and quiet for the most part. Hickory admitted that it was lonely though, and that despite visiting with Dr. Daisy sometimes (and briefly having an affair with her, although that ended because Hickory was too male for the gay scientist), Hickory wished she had more connection to the outside world. "And that just about brings us to today."

Sharon stood up from the table, walked to hulking bullgirl and gave her a hug. 

***

Episode 77: Theories

After lunch, Sharon offered to make desert. She opened her cooler and pulled out the jugs of her milk he had brought. Using a spoon she scooped out the cream from both bottles into a bowl. She rummaged around the kitchen and found a handmixer and some sugar and then whipped the cream and sugar until it had the perfect desert topping quality. Sharon tasted it, creamy and sweet. There wasn't a whole lot of it, but Sharon figured she had enough whip cream for what she wanted to do. 

Sharon placed the bowl on the table, glanced at Hickory who was watching her intently, lust and curiosity dancing on her face. Sharon was getting aroused and she could see Hickory breath her scent deeply in. Sharon grinned playfully, tested the table, being sure to show her ass and pussy to the bullgirl and lift her tail. Satisfied the old kitchen table was well constructed, Sharon pulled herself onto the table and flopped onto her back. She reached into her bowl of whip cream and smeared it on her four breasts, udder, and thickly on her pussy. "Desert is served."

Hickory rumbled a giggle, but was far from casual and playful in how she charged up to Sharon. Sharon smiled and wiggled on the table as the bull towered over her, leaned over and licked Sharon's top left breast with a wide tongue. Sharon mooed happily and then gasped as the bull sucked on her teat, getting a thick spray of milk. Sharon moaned and Hickory worked her way over Sharon's breasts, licking off the cream and sucking on Sharon's teats. Sharon was in ecstasy. Hickory kissed her way down Sharon's stomach and then proceeded to kiss and lick and suck on Sharon's udder, cleaning it and leaving Sharon a panting, mooing mess. Finally! Finally Hickory reached Sharon's whip cream smothered cunt and began to lick at it. Sharon writhed and then bucked and bellowed as she came. Panting, Sharon pushed herself off the table and presented herself to the bull who wasted no time penetrating the milkmaid. Sharon mewled in pleasure and discomfort. Hickory slammed against her and started to thrust. Sharon pushed back and the table squealed across the floor. The thrusting got faster and faster and faster until Hickory surged and grunted and ejaculated in Sharon causing Sharon to moo as she orgasmed again.

The two women, milkmaid and bullgirl, collapsed happily onto the kitchen floor. Sharon rolled on top of Hickory, pillowed by her own breasts and Hikory's tits. Sharon traced the muscles of the bullgirls shoulder, while Hickory gently stroked Sharon's flanks. "Why don't you think it was an accident?" Sharon finally asked.

Hickory kissed Sharon. "Because it's too improbable. The bull mutagen is so valuable, so difficult to make, there is no way it would be mislabelled or misplaced. And Dr. Daisy is so careful, so thorough. I could see her make a small mistake, like use the wrong gauge needle or injecting a little too much, but not something as grossly negligent as mixing up treatments..."

"So it had to have been deliberate."

"Exactly."

Sharon bit her lip. "That's a tremendous accusation... who would do such a thing?" Sharon thought for a second more. "Who *could* do such a thing?"

Hickory blew out a breath. "I've been wondering that for ages."

"Could it have been Dr. Daisy? She does have the best access and opportunity..."

Hickory shook her head. "No, I don't think so. She was so shattered when it happened, so genuinely sorry and quick to make amends. Plus, she knows what its like to have an unwanted transformation blow up their lives... I can't see her inflict that on someone else. She is too good a person for that."

Sharon nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't see her doing it either. Who do you suspect then?"

Hickory snorted angrily. "Sunshine! I figure it has to be that witch. She hated me for trying to control her, and she is just cruel enough to do this kind of thing to a person to get her way. She'd threatened me and I know she wanted to get rid of me. And... you've probably seen how she has free run of the farm and the way she gets people to do her bidding. I think she probably could have gotten into the lab if she wanted to. I think of all the people on the farm, she is the person who most had a motive to hurt me and just about the only person with the opportunity to sabotage my treatment."

Sharon nodded. "That does make a kind of sense..."

Hickory tensed angrily, took a long deep breath, "I have absolutely no proof though." She sighed. "You better watch out for that cow though."

Sharon rolled her eyes. "You don't need to tell me that twice."

***

Episode 78: Resolve

Sharon, bowlegged and aching, started walking back to the farmhouse. She and Hickory had fucked another three times before she knew she had to do go. It was almost evening and the window of plausible deniability was closing. The caretaker and milkmaids were forbidden to contact one another and so Sharon figured a romantic connection was against the rules.

But Sharon knew she would be back.

Sharon felt alive like she had never felt before. She was sexually satisfied on a more primal, total level than she had ever experienced. She *had* to have sex with Hickory again. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation and from the wonderful beating it just took. Sharon smiled wistfully and felt validated in her choice to become part cow. 

Sharon was also looking forward to seeing Hickory again socially. She had always liked Alicia, and seeing her again, even in this weird new context, was nice. Sharon had found a sex partner who was a perfect lover and a cool person to be around. Plus, despite being somewhat feminine, Hickory smelled plenty enough male for Sharon's new bovine tastes. It didn't feel like being gay... The weird genderstuff aside, Sharon could really see herself actually having a relationship with the bullgirl. 

Even if it was against the rules.

Sharon also thought about what had happened to Alicia, Hickory. How her treatment had been doctored to turn her into a bull as some form of sadistic punishment. Sharon thought about all of her interactions with people who might have done it. Did Dr. Daisy have a secret dark side? Would she experiment on a supposed friend? Could Sharon trust her with her own treatments? Was Sunshine that much of a vindictive bitch? Was the popular alpha cow plotting revenge against Sharon? And if so, what could Sharon do about it? Or was it another cow entirely? Could it be one of the original cows, Bertha or Gertie before they became placidly bovine? Did Honeybun do it for Sunshine? Or could it be Cookie the cow pervert or Nettie the pathetic loner? Without any other evidence, there were quite a few suspects. Sharon would have to watch her back.

It seemed that just as Sharon solved the mystery of the caretaker and missing milkmaid, she had a new case to solve. She mooed in determination.

***

Episode 79: One Month Later pt. 1

Another month passes on the farm.

Sharon has really grown into her new body. Since recovering from her transformation, Sharon has found that her body is stronger than it had ever been before. She can now easily heft the bulk of her breasts and udder and finds simple tasks like lifting a heavy bag of feed effortless. The cow mutagen might not be as myogenic as the bull variety, but it appears to bulk a lady up too. Sharon's back certainly appreciated this change.

Sharon has continued her romance with Hickory, sneaking off whenever she can find an excuse to disappear or to be in the vicinity of the caretakers cabin. It has been a whirlwind affair, with wild animalistic fucking being usually the first, second, and last thing the bullgirl and Sharon did during every visit. Sharon's cunt ached almost constantly from the wonderful punishment and she found she was satisfied in a deeply primal, mammalian way that she had never been before. This was, she realized, what true biological happiness was. Sharon knew she probably exuded joy and likely seemed to float through her days. She hoped that anyone who noticed would just assume she was chipper from improving health and her fabulous new body.

Sharon, though she would never admit it aloud, worried that she was falling in love. The sex with Hickory was amazing, but so was just spending time with the bullgirl. Hickory was a kind, generous soul who, despite her size and bullish drives, was gentle and conscientious. She was smart too, though in a quiet, uncompetitive way that Sharon admired and while she wasn't especially funny, she laughed easily and seemed to enjoy Sharon's sense of humor. Hickory was also, Sharon was learning, a fantastic cook and baker which given Sharon's newfound bovine appetite was something she was finding surprisingly sexy in a potential mate. Sharon spent her off week during the elapsed month, after taking a cab "into town' and doubling back to the farm, living with Hickory as cow and bull and it had been sexually thrilling, but also domestically blissful. The two women had perfect sexual chemistry and seemed to get along well. Sharon could picture herself being with Hickory, if only their circumstances were a little different.

From all of the sexual contact with Hickory, Sharon was finding her milk production sharply increasing. She now absolutely needed to be milked twice daily, once very early in the morning before milking the cows and once again in the evening before going to bed. Sharon had thought she would hate the inconvenience, but found that she loved her milking schedule. On the obvious side, starting and ending her day in rhythmic, knee trembling orgasms was fantastic. But it was more than that... There was an element of purpose to what she was doing, a certain bovine imperative that transcended easy explanation and filled Sharon with satisfaction. She wondered if it was how motherhood felt. 

Bessy was surprised and pleased by Sharon's milk production and maybe the tiniest bit jealous. She measured Sharon's daily output and put it ahead of some of the lesser changed cows and mooed her approval. She asked Sharon what her secret was and Sharon could only blush and murmur that she was lucky she guessed.

And Sharon was lucky. Between the milking and Hickory, her new sexual body and her steadily growing bank account everything was perfect. She was happy, content with her life. Well, except for not knowing who or what was responsible for Hickory's bullgirl transformation. Sharon could never let a good mystery go, and she resolved to get to the bottom of it, if not for her own curiosity, than for the sake of Hickory.

***

Episode 80: One Month Later pt.2

Sharon spent time during the ensuing month trying to slyly interrogating the other farm staff about which cow might have been the culprit. It was tough because she didn't want to tip off her coworkers that she knew what had happened or that she was having an ongoing affair with Hickory against farm rules. 

The first person she tried to get information out of was Bessy. She tried to broach the topic of troublesome cows with the other Milkmaid, but when she tried to steer the conversation towards Sunshine the topic always got shut down. Bessy pretty much avoided the topic of the cow, and would change the subject as quickly as she could. Sharon was confused by this, but eventually decided that all of her insinuations of Sunshine trouble probably sounded like Sharon was dancing around Bessy's bull affair and her likely blackmail problems with the bitchy cow. Sharon, not wanting to alarm her friend, decided to back off.

It wasn't like Bessy didn't have enough problems without Sharon unloading more on her. Bessy was having regular fights on the phone with her husband that would carry through the walls of the farmhouse. And, when Bessy had her week off, she stayed at the farm and spent the time lazing around and generally living like a cow instead of spending time with her spouse. Sharon worried about her friend and wondered if there was anything no she could do.

Sharon had a bit more luck pumping Hannah for information. Hannah had Sunshine firmly targeted as trouble as well as Nettie. She thought the way both cows tried to herd others into their circle was an issue and she didn't trust either of their intentions. Of course, Hannah also thought Tulip, Ella, and Cookie were troublemakers and that cows in general were just looking for an excuse to act out. Hannah, it seemed had a generally low opinion of the herd. Except Princess, Hannah thought Princess was lovely. Though, that might have been because that cow was exceptionally kind to the milkmaid's horses. Since Princess was already above suspicion, though, Sharon wasn't sure how useful any of thoughts were. Someone who was suspicious of everyone did not make the best barometer of who was especially bad news.

Sharon also tried to get information from Daisy. The doctor and her were about to watch another movie, so Daisy shushed Sharon, and when Sharon still tried to talk to her, she threw popcorn at her. 

The movie was called EROS STRAIN. Broadly speaking it was a science fiction/horror film about the crew of a longhaul space freighter. The freighter was apparently some sort of container spaceship, comprised of an engine assembly, a long thin middle section covered in containers resembling those found on terrestrial freighters, and a large nose cone that apparently housed the crew. It was a grimy looking ship designed for its purpose instead of aesthetics. It was named incongruously, "the Eros" and it was also clearly a model.

After some establishing shots of the ship, the next scene was an interior montage of the ship. The opening shot of which, was a blonde woman fucking a man in a bunk. The woman was porn breathing and cartoon moaning as she rode the man cowgirl style, hands up, ample breasts heaving. She wailed in mock-orgasm and the scene changed to a small, ratty ship bridge with a few bored people working, a filthy mess hall with a crew playing cards, and a shot of a pair of crewmen in coveralls hiking down a long corridor with a clipboard. It was apparent from this that the ship's interior sets were cheaply assembled and featured a lot of painted plywood. Finally this scene ended on a dark haired woman showering. The camera shot her from behind, focusing on her round ass. On the left cheek is a red heart, which at first looked like a tattoo. Except that's not right, it's a rash... Or maybe not quite, since it seems to have a circuit-like consistency. 

Sharon rolled her eyes and glanced at Daisy who smirked. "The director is just getting to the heart of it" Daisy dead panned. Sharon laugh/groaned. B movie night was in effect.

The next scene took place in crew quarters and featured the dark haired woman, towel wrapped around her waist, hair moist, and heavy breasts naked, coming out of the bathroom. The blonde haired woman who was fucking the guy flounces into the room in her ship coveralls. The dark haired woman smirks at the blonde, "Abby, were you rattling Mark's bunk again?" Abby blushed adorably in reply. 

"Donna, are you done with shower?" Abby asks. Donna says that she is, but asks Abby if she could look at a rash for her. Abby agrees and so Donna pulls aside her towel slightly to show off the rash on her ass. Abby looks at it and frowns, says there is heart shaped rash there and that Donna should get it examined. Donna thanks her and Abby flounces past her to the bathroom, pulling off her jumpsuit as she goes. 

Donna unwraps herself from the towel revealing the small penis she has growing from her crotch. "I wonder if I should have shown her this too..."

The movie then goes into boring mode for a while. The film shows the crew at work in the bridge playing with their cheap, obviously fake control panels that still have cathode ray tubes. Then the movie spends some time with the cargo inspectors in an identical hallway looking at a crack in the wall covered in red rash/circuitry. "Weird" one of the crewmen says and scratches their neck, where they too have a heart rash. Then the camera goes to the mess where Abby, Donna, the fucking man from earlier, Mark, and two other women, Lisa and Tammy sit and eat and talk about the ships mission and flight path back to a populated planet. It's all dry, but Sharon suspects some "plot points" are being provided.

The next part of the movie is split between Abby and Mark fucking and Donna alone in the bunk room she shares with Abby. Donna is sitting naked and masturbating her cock which is already much bigger. She grunts and gyrates. Cut to Abby and Mark writhing and bucking against each other, mark on top of Abby. Donna squeals and ropes of cum shoot out of her penis, which starts to grow dramatically. Meanwhile Abby screams in orgasm as Mark tenses, grunts, and comes. The camera cuts to Donna who is laying on her back, delirious and sporting an erect cock the size of her thighs. Now back to Abby who is laying in Marks arms, the camera panning lovingly along her shoulders and back, over her shapely ass, slowly along one of her legs and finally resting on a heart shaped rash on her ankle.

The movie cuts to black.

When it fades back in, a strategically placed clock shows that some hours have passed. The camera does a tight shot of Donna's eyes blinking open. The camera zooms out a little to show more of Donna's face which grimaces sleepily. Something comes into frame and rubs Donna's face like a hand... except it isn't a hand. It looks like a fist sized penis glans. Donna blinks at it in surprise and then a second fist sized penis glans enters the frame. She looks at them, and they wave around, she blinks, and then she screams!

The camera rapidly zooms out and takes in all of Donna's horribly mutated body. Instead of hair, the woman has a nest of cock tipped tentacles that knot and twist. Instead of arms and hands, Donna has grown arm length tentacles ending in fist sized cocks instead of hands. She has three pairs of breasts on her chest, but instead of nipples they have cocks. But her biggest change is below the waist where her new cock and her legs have merged into a single snake-like tail of cockflesh. Donna writhes on her bed, cock-snake tail, tentacles, and 'hair' twisting as she moans.

The movie cuts back to black.

This time it fades back in to Abby. You can see her sleeping face and blonde hair and her shoulders in frame. She is alone in the bunk. Mark isn't there, presumably he has gone to work his shift. Abby shifts on to her side and mmm's sleepily, revealing that her ample breasts have become huge, each the size of a beach ball. Abby shifts again, having trouble finding a comfortable position on her expanded tits and her eyes flutter open. She notices her giant breasts, touches them, and screams!

The camera rapidly zooms out and reveals that Abby has become a humantaur! Her pretty torso, now hugely busty, attaches to an altered lower body. She still has her shapely legs, but now she has a second pair of them separated from her original pair by a second torso. Abby now has four legs, two pussies, and a blonde horsetail! She gasps and pushes herself unsteadily onto her four feet. She is hyperventilating. She looks all around the room and, panic in her eyes, slaps open the door and runs down the corridor naked and quadrupedal. She runs down an identical corridor (Sharon was sure it was the same one again) and, huge tits heaving wildly, runs to another door. She opens it and steps into the suite she shares with Donna.

And Donna, a cock-medusa monster, is waiting for her.

The movie cuts black and then returns.

The two lock eyes and all humanity disappears. The approach each other on autopilot and embrace, Abby wrapping her arms around Donna who slinks her tentacles around the shoulders of Abby. They kiss passionately, pressing their huge and dick tipped breasts together. They pull apart, breathing heavily. Abby needs to be filled and Donna needs to be in her. Abby turns and flips up her tail and Donna, not needing much of an invitation, manages to stretch out her cock-arms to stuff one into Abby's fore and rear-sex making the humantaur moan. Donna begins to pump in and out of her roommate, making her squeal and then jams three of her hair tentacles into the humantaur's mouth, which greedily sucks on them. They fuck and pant and screech and moan, until simultaneously they come, Abby with a muffled scream and tauroid bucking, and Donna with an explosion of semen from her many cocks. They collapse together.

The movie cuts to black.

When it comes back in, the camera shows the two lovers. Donna wakes first, still the same medusoid-cock woman and she slithers free of Abby. Abby, though, has changed more in her sleep. Her huge breasts have expanded, each bigger than her torso, while her arms had sunk into her shoulders, leaving her armless. Her lower, tauroid torso has grown breasts, six of them, each capped with a long, teat like nipple. Her four feet have warped and changed so that it looks like she has grown platform pumps made of hoof material. Abby opens her eyes and looks around in panic as she an't move her arms or stand and then screams when she sees Donna. Donna smiles and begs her to be calm and pulls Abby to her feet, which clack like hooves. 

They hug and talk about what happened, what's wrong with them, what could be going on. They decide they need to find help, that she ship's medic Lisa might be able to help them somehow. They decide the coast is clear and duck out into the (same!) corridor and clack and slither to another (identical!) room. They open the door and find that Lisa and Tammy, roommate have also mutated! 

The two women, perhaps overcome by horniness by whatever is happening, had sex with Lisa going down on Tammy. Lisa had fused headfirst with Tammy's pelvis so that her torso and legs stuck out of Tammy's crotch. This has left Tammy, as a kind of reverse humantaur with four legs that all point towards the centre. Lisa's parallel torso has grown eight huge breasts that hang down the conjoined women's knees. Lisa no longer has a head, but she still has a face of a sort. Her eyes and nose grow out of Tammy's lower back and, in place of her cheeks and mouth, Lisa now has Tammy's round ass and butthole. Tammy's face has changed as well, leaving her with a pussy and clit in the place of her mouth and nose. Fortunately, Tammy's breasts have also changed, growing larger and developing mouths instead of nipples, one for each woman. Lisa has complete control of all four legs and moves their shared body around, while Tammy controls the bodies arms although both women feel sensations from their entire form. They have two heart rashes on their body. "Hi..." said Tammy's lipple.

The 3.5 women have a conference about what to do. Donna explains that she thinks it has to do with the weird rash they all have. Lisa says it's plausible, that perhaps they've been infected with a strange nano-machine weapon... something she had read about once in medical school. Tammy worries about who else on the crew was infected and whether it was safe for the ship to reach an inhabited planet. Donna suggests they may have to disable the ship and Abby as an engineer says she could do it... if she still had any arms or digits. They come up with a plan where Lisa and Tammy would head to the bridge with Donna to alert the captain and ascertain the status of the ship. Abby insists on going off to find Mark, to see if he is okay, and to get his engineering help if they needed it.

The camera fades out. Sharon comments on the fact that while the ship and set design are so horribly fake, the actors altered bodies, be they CGI or costume are incredibly lifelike. Daisy shrugs.

When the camera cuts back in, Abby is clacking along (the same) hallway to another (same) door. Her long, heel capped legs are gorgeous and long, her butt and tail sway wonderfully, and her titanic tits wobble precariously with each step. She opens the door by batting her head against it. Inside is Mark... presumably. He too has changed, looking mostly like a human woman. He has a shapely, feminine body, four small tits, a vagina with huge, fleshy labia, and instead of a mouth and nose, a long hard cock. Mark has a heart-rash on his lower back like a trampstamp. Abby and Mark stare at each other and go into sexual autopilot. Abby steps forward and sucks on Marks face-cock and envelopes him in her huge cleavage. She strokes his cunt with one of her soft thighs. Mark's eyes lid in pleasure and he fondles her huge tit flesh. They eventually step apart and Abby turns her back to him, presenting her rear-sex. Mark drops to his knees and shoves his face-cock into her cunt and fucks her, while fingering his own huge cunt. Abby screams in orgasm and Mark ejaculates inside of her, and they both pass out.

Cut to black.

The other women make it to the bridge and open the door to find the entire bridge crew has mutated and merged into a huge, fleshy mass that has draped all over the controls. The captain, now a face on an armless pillar of tits and oozing cunts sees them and speaks in a loud, monotonous voice: "WE ARE TRANSCENDENT. WE ARE FREE. WE ARE COMPLETE. WE WILL BRING OUR GIFT TO HUMANITY." Donna, Lisa, and Tammy flee, although they are chased by other sexually mutated crewmen, who seem to be mindless sex breasts. They run away back to their meeting spot with Abby.

Cut to black.

Abby and Mark are waking up. Abby is still the superbusty armless humantaur, but Mark has mutated further. The most human parts of his body are extremely female, beautiful face, soft shoulders, long, delicate arms and hands and long flowing red hair. His face cock has grown long, now an arms-length penis trunk that is completely prehensile. His four breasts have expanded, becoming large and round and firm. His lower body though, has been replaced almost completely by cunt flesh. Instead of legs he has a huge mass of skirt-like labial tissue that he can flex and twist and use to ooze along the ground like a snail. He draws himself up on it, and it looks like he is wearing a skirt of flesh. Abby looks at him in shock, tears in her eyes. He hugs her and makes eye contact, trying to convey that everything is okay. Abby nods, and explains what is happening. Mark nods and they go to meet their friends.

The friends meet and decide they must scuttle the ship to stop the nanomachines. With the crew, other then them, mindless sex beasts, only they need to escape. Mark, since he has hands and engineering know how offers to disable the ship. Tammy who is a pilot and also has hands plans to prep a shuttle to save them. Donna and Lisa, by necessity, go with Tammy while Abby and Mark head to engineering. What follows is a montage of the two groups working to their goals, running from sex beasts and sometimes fucking them into submission in uncouth, bizarre ways. Eventually Mark and Abby reach the engines and set them to explode. They know they cant make it back to the shuttle bay and tell the others to leave. The others won't do it, but don't really have a choice and launch. Tammy and Lisa and Donna sit in the shuttle and watch in horror as the Eros explodes with Abby and Mark inside of it.

Except they aren't! They manage to jettison in an escape pod which the shuttle retrieves.

The movie cuts to black.

It opens again with the shuttle hanging in space broadcasting an SOS message. Then the camera cuts inside to show the surviving crew fucking. Mark, with his huge cunt wrapped around Donna's medusa tail. Donna driving her arm-cocks into Lisa/Tammy's cunt and Abby's rear-sex. Mark fucking Tammy in her cunt-face with his penis-trunk. Mark fingering Abby in her fore-sex while she sucks on Donna's cock nipples. A big twisted orgy in space waiting to be rescued.

The movie ends.

With the movie over, Sharon decided to try interrogating Daisy again. They had been drinking during the movie, but Sharon had strategically paced herself so Daisy was tipsier than her. She asked Daisy about problematic cows, about which ones might cause trouble or lash out. Daisy, distracted by her own problems mostly complained about the cows that were causing her the most professional trouble. She complained about Sunshine and how she worried what the cow would do with her huge company stake, especially if Daisy perfected the mutagen. She didn't trust the ambitious cow to be altruistic with her invention. Daisy also complained about Nettie and how sullen and increasingly angry the cow was. She was tired of working with the cow, of bringing her to the lab day after day to negative results. She whined about how the sulky cow was constantly ruining her day and how she wished she had fewer responsibilities. Sharon hugged the scientist, pressing her against her bosom. She felt for Daisy, but was frustrated that she didn't really help her figure out which cow might have a used Hickory.

***

Episode 81: One Month Later Pt. 3

Sharon also tried to get more information from the herd.

Sharon trusted her cows explicitly, Princess and Ella. Her girls would never do something so awful, and besides, they both arrived at the farm too late to be a suspect in what had happened to Hickory. Sharon tried to get some information from Ella, to ask her if Sunshine might have bragged about messing with milkmaids. Ella thought that Sunshine might do something mean to staff if she thought it would be fun, but she also admitted that Sunshine never bragged about anything. Even when the rest of the clique joked about a prank, she would just smirk quietly without joining in. Neither of her cows then, were very useful as intel.

Sharon tried her luck pumping Gertie for information. She cornered the cow in one of the rare occasions she was grazing alone. Gertie mooed pleasantly at Sharon and went back to cropping grass. Sharon insisted on her attention and told her she knew she was Marjorie. Gertie nodded sagely and mooed. Sharon also admitted to the cow that she knew that Alicia was the milkmaid she was replacing and that she knew what had happened to her. Gertie mooed sadly. Sharon informed the cow she wanted to find who did it, to avenge their friend. Gertie mooed noncommittally. Sharon asked if the cow knew who was responsible for Alicia's accident. Gertie shrugged her big shoulders and mooed. She didn't know or wouldn't say. Sharon left the meeting feeling strangely let down.

During this period two more cows got another treatment. Cornflower received a large dose of mutagen that saw her go from a human looking woman with very large, long nippled breasts, small horns, ear nubs, and the start of a tail to a proper cowgirl. She grew a second pair of breasts that grew to half the size of her original whoopers, the skin of her pelvis pinked with the start of an udder, and her skin took on the black and white holstein pattern. Tulip also recieved another dose of mutagen. Before this treatment she had four breasts, two large and two small, a fanny-pack sized udder, and the start of the usual cow features. After this dose her four breasts expanded to four D cups with long nipples, and her udder expanded the size of a soccer ball. Her nascent cow features grew in more leaving her with short horns, cow ears, a half-length tail, and some definite skin blotches. The change went to her head and she was acting out as twice the jerk as before.

All of these changes seemed to set off Nettie. She was surly and mean and angrier than normal. She needled the other cows and actually tried to bite Tulip (although Tulip probably had it coming). She abused her friends, giving Cornflower the icy shoulder after her treatment for days. Nettie only relented when she saw Sunshine cuddle up to Cornflower and start her recruitment dance. Nettie flipped out and screamed at Sunshine. She also raged at Sharon one day after another fruitless lab visit. She screamed and threatened and raved at Sharon and promised she would be sorry. Sharon could feel her glare for the entire month.

Sunshine, though, remained the real problem. Sharon couldn't have an interaction with the cow without being suspicious and angry with her. She watched every snide remark, the way she was manipulating Cornflower and drove Tulip to cruelty. She cringed when she saw the cow play games with Angus (who Sharon was still avoiding). She hated that Sunshine was blackmailing Bessy and her, screwing with them. It didn't help that Sunshine was ratcheting up her misbehaviour. She had her cows descend on Nettie and do her up in makeup and dress in a dress with "hoomon" written on it, mocking her resistant body. She went cowtipping with Tulip, knocking over Gertie, Bertha, and even Honeybun. Sunshine even broke into the farmhouse and stole a bottle of whiskey getting herself and Samson very, very drunk. Sharon had had enough, and knew she had to confront her.

***

Episode 82: Sunshine!?

Sharon was furious with Sunshine and she wasn't going to take it anymore! That morning the alpha cow had conspired to glue a mock cow tail onto Nettie's ass leaving the poor cow crying and angry. Sharon knew that any conflict with the cow could potentially lead to the milkmaids' secrets being exposed, but Sharon didn't fucking care anymore! The bitch of a cow had to pay! For her recent misbehaviour and for poisoning beautiful Hickory!

Sharon stomped out towards where Sunshine and her main cows were loitering and snapped a lead onto the mean cow's collar. Cookie and Tulip looked shocked, and Ella looked panicked, but Sunshine just cooly grinned at Sharon. She mooed and told her girls she was fine. Sharon growled "We'll see!"

Sharon wanted to drag the cow far from the herd to have it out privately. She was disappointed to discover that Sunshine didn't struggle and seemed to welcome being led away. When they were far enough to be out of earshot from the sharp eared cows Sharon snarled, ears flat against her head "And what do you have to say for yourself!?"

Sunshine smiled brightly. "I'd say milkmaids with something to hide shouldn't cause such spectacular scenes."

Sharon glowered. "I don't care about that! I am sick of watching you abuse people! The way you manipulate the cows, the way you bully Nettie and hurt Angus and exclude Princess! You are such! A miserable! Cunt!"

Sunshine smiled fiercely. "That's more like it!"

Sharon kept going, her temper making her pant, her breasts and udder heaving. "Why do you do this! Is it because you are a fucking sadist!? Why would you join the herd if you need to prey on others!?" Sharon felt tears on her face. "And why would you fucking do that to Alicia!?"

Sunshine looked surprised. "What!?"

"Alicia, the milkmaid. Why would you sabotage her life like that!?"

Sunshine looked grim. "What exactly are you accusing me of? Do you think I'm responsible for what happened to that poor milkmaid?" Sunshine looked offended. "Why ever would I do that?"

Sharon's fury would not be denied. "Because she challenged you and your shitty, awful fucking behaviour! And since you couldn't find any dirt on her you decided to dispose of her! To get her out of your way!" Sharon couldn't believe how emotional she was being.

Sunshine continued to look cool, "I would never do something that vile or hurt someone that profoundly. Pranks are pranks, but what you are accusing me of is monstrous."

Sharon shook her head. "I don't believe you."

Sunshine looked angry. "Fine, let's put it this way. I liked Alicia. Of all the milkmaids who have worked here, she was the best. And, unlike you spineless children, Alicia had some steel in her. She actually stood up to me when I challenged her. I miss her, her work and her rivalry. I feel terrible about what happened to her."

"I still don't believe you."

Sunshine looked disappointed and a little hurt, "Do what you want."

Sunshine unclipped her lead and walked back to the herd leaving Sharon panting and crying and shaking with anger.

***

Episode 83: Tommy!?

Sharon marched back to the farmhouse. She was shaking with anger, but breathing deeply and counting in her head was starting to calm her down. At least she wasn't crying anymore. 

She took another, deep shuddering breath and thought about what Sunshine said. She claimed not to be responsible, but could Sharon believe her? She knew the cow was manipulative and a jerk, but it's true she never did anything to physically harm anyone. And, while Sharon hated to admit it, the cow had never actually lied to her. Sunshine was a bitch, but she was a straight shooting one...

Sharon's revery was interrupted when she saw a semi-truck cab parked by the farmhouse. A tall man wearing jeans, a trucker denim jacket, and a meshback cap was pacing and looking around. He was big and athletic, with unruly long brown hair that hung around his ears and stuck out from under his cap. He was handsome in a scruffy kind of way.

Sharon glanced around nervously. She wasn't sure what to do, who the man was or what he wanted. She looked down at her outfit, cut off jeans with a tail hole and scoop for her udder and a loose white tshirt that still clung to her four large braless breasts. It was quite obvious that she wasn't entirely human. She shifted from foot to foot, should she go say hi or run and hide?

The man saw her and waved and walked towards her. He stopped a respectful, unthreatening distance away. "Hi," he said "I'm Tommy, I'm looking for my wife Megan... who you probably know better as Bessy." 

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. Tommy already knew about the farm. This was going to be okay. "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Sharon."

Tommy looked her up and down neutrally. "Ha, I didn't realize you were one of them..."

Sharon have him a surprised and dirty look. She didn't like how that sounded. Tommy blushed, "Shit, sorry, that came out wrong. Just in Megan's stories you were still human and... Look, none of that's important. I need to talk to my wife. I miss her and love her and I wan to work things out..."

Sharon chewed her lip. "Okay, but I don't know if she wants to see you. You wait here, I'll go find her..." Sharon thought about where Bessy might be. "hmm... I bet she is taking a cow to see Samson right now" she thought aloud as she started to walk.

"Did you say Samson?" Tommy asked intently.

Sharon stopped and turned around. "Yes..." She felt nauseated. "He's one of the bulls on the farm."

Tommy's face got very calm and he started to stride in the direction Sharon had started to walk... Right towards Samson's enclosure. 

Sharon chiding herself for her stupidity mooed and rushed after him, barely able to keep up to his long steps. She wished she had some way to warn Bessy this was coming!

Tommy and Sharon descended on the worst possible scene. In the corral was Gertie and Samson fucking wildly. Gertie was braced on her four legs, mooing shamelessly while Samson had her wrapped up in his powerful arms ramming furiously with his cock. Sharon stared at the way his huge balls slapped against the cows heaving udder. She smelled their arousal and mooed quietly and felt herself getting hot. Worse Bessy was standing nearby watching and masturbating, shirt off so she could fondle her four tits and hand shoved down her shorts fingering herself. Her face was a mask of uncontrolled passion and she was mooing just as loud and shamelessly as Gertie. 

Tommy stopped, a look of surprise turning to horror turning to rage. "motherfuck!" He shouted.

Bessy looked up in dazed surprise while the cow and bull just kept fucking, barely sparing a glance. 

Tommy marched towards his wife, face red, breathing hard. "So this is Samson!?" He said angrily. "Not a nickname for me? Some bull you fantasize about!? What the fuck!"

Bessy was speechless, only pausing to pull her hand out of her pants. Sharon felt like she was going to throw up.

Tommy looked at the fucking cattle, "is this what you want?" He looked back at Bessy and studied her, "or are you already getting it? Are you fucking this animal?"

Bessy turned red and looked away. She mumbled ".... He's not an animal..."

"What did you say?" Tommy demanded.

"I said he's not an animal! He's a bull, and twice the man and a hundred times the lover you are!"

Tommy glowered and Sharon worried he might strike Bessy. But then he turned and stormed away. Bessy, furious and embarrassed and angry, turned red and raced away into the farm. Sharon, still feeling nauseated realized she was crying again as she watched the married couple separate.

***

Episode 84: Sharon!?

Sharon ran to her room. She was crying uncontrollably. Long shuddering gasps. What was wrong with her? Sharon wasn't normally an emotional woman, she took pride in never crying in public. She took deep breathes and tried to calm herself. Maybe cows were inherently more emotional than humans?

And then Sharon felt her stomach lurch. She was going to throw up! She rushed to the toilet, dropped to her knees, udder on her lap and leaned over the toilet bowl. She gagged and then heaved and then vomited in the toilet. She puked a couple more times and sat down on the floor.

She was overtly emotional and nauseated... If she didn't know better she would say she was... oh fuck! When did she last have her period? When she was still human... Almost two months ago! Did cows have periods? Of course they did. Did becoming a cow change it? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...

Sharon had been having a lot of sex. Unprotected sex with Hickory. Except cows didn't breed, did they? But they had birth control in their feed and Sharon and Hickory ate human food. Sharon thought about the buckets of bull semen that had been shot inside of her, had sprayed into her womb. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...

Sharon dug into the bathroom vanity. She had had a pregnancy scare a couple years ago and had decided that part of being prepared was having a test kit on hand. She pulled out a pregnancy test, unwrapped it and sat on the toilet. She thought peeing thoughts, waterfalls, creeks, drinking Mountain Dew and soon she had her arm stuck awkwardly under her udder and was peeing on the test strip. As she waited for the test to do its thing Sharon wondered if the test would even work, did she still make the same human pregnancy hormones? Did the test measure cow hormones? Sharon wondered about false negatives. Soon the time was up and Sharon looked at the test and it had the double stripe of a positive.

Sharon was pregnant!

***

Episode 85: Daisy!?

Sharon took several deep calming breaths. The pregnancy test was positive. Sharon was knocked up with the calf of a bullgirl who used to be one of her highschool friends. A mad little giggle burbled out of Sharon's mouth and she almost cried. Sharon took more deep calming breaths. 

She touched her abdomen and tried to picture the life growing in there. Was it human? Bovine? Some combination? Sharon tried to picture the ball of cells turning into a baby and then growing up to a ch1ld and adult cow-person. Sharon felt... she didn't know how she felt. She was worried and scared and upset... but also weirdly, primally maternal feeling. She... wanted to calf. Sharon mooed.

She didn't know what to do. Whether she should keep it or 'take care of it' or what. But she did think she owed it to Hickory to tell her and Sharon desperately wanted to be held in the strong bullgirl's arms. 

Sharon walked down the stairs from her suite and through the farmhouse kitchen where she bumped into a beaming Daisy brandishing a champagne bottle. "Sharon! Come have a drink! I have great news!"

Sharon anxiously bobbed from foot to foot. She didn't have time for this. "Ah, this isn't a great time," she stammered.

Daisy looked hurt. "Sharon, please, I just... it's a big deal." The cow-scientists ears drooped and she pouted at the floor.

Sharon sighed inwardly. "Okay, but just a small glass for me. What's the occasion?"

Daisy drew herself up and smiled proudly. "I did it! I made the mutagen producing cell line!"

Sharon gasped and smiled. She surged forward and pulled Dr. Daisy into a hug. "That's wonderful! Congratulations!"

Daisy laughed. "Thanks!" 

Daisy carefully popped the cork on her champagne bottle, poured a bit into two flutes and handed one to Sharon. They touched glasses and sipped.

She sighed. "It feels so good to finish something I've been struggling with for so long." 

Sharon nodded. "I can imagine. So what does this mean exactly?'

Daisy almost started to vibrate with happiness. "What doesn't it mean!? With a cell line making mutagen I can scale up production. We can have more mutagen then we need, which means we can change the cows and bulls as fast as they or we want and that I have enough extra mutagen to start experimenting with it again to see what else it can do. And it means I can stop spending half my time being a magical dairy cow and focus on my science." Daisy smiled and stroked her udder, "Now I can do that just for fun."

"That does change everything... This farm is going to change because of this isn't it?'

Daisy looked thoughtful, "Yes, I guess it is. Here is to Science and changes!" 

***

Episode 86: Confrontation

Sharon made her way as hastily as she could to Hickory's cabin without raising suspicions. She quickly arrived at the hedge that hid the caretaker's home and she hustled over to the gate. She pulled it open and stepped inside, pausing to look around. Sharon saw some movement off in a corner of the clearing, she waved and stepped towards what she expected to be Hickory...

...but instead she found herself standing face to face with Nettie, smiling wildly and holding a hyperdermic needle. "Hello Sharon."

Sharon took a step back. "Nettie what are you doing here?!"

Nettie laughed a bright, hard laugh. "I could ask you the same thing. But I already know!" She looked around the little clearing. "Not only do you become more of a cow than me, but you also found a way to undo my revenge!"

"Revenge?"

"What I did to the last Milkmaid who thought they should be allowed to out cow me. I made her a freak so that she would be cast out and alone, and you had to go and fall in love with her. You stupid bitch!" Nettie was shaking with anger.

"You did this to Alicia?"

"Oh yes." Nettie smiled maniacally. "And now I'm going to do it to you too!"

Sharon put her hands up and took another step back. "Nettie, please, you don't have to do this!" 

"I want to do this Sharon, I've wanted to do this a long time. You wouldn't help me against Sunshine and then worse you had to go and become a cow, a better cow than me. Making me look like even more of a failure!"

Sharon took a deep breath and thought about everything she knew about de-escalation. "Nettie, you aren't a failure."

Nettie smiled wildly, "In a past life I was a supermodel, and before that a beauty pagent queen. I won all kinds of things and was pretty, popular, and loved. But I got old.... my beauty faded and I became forgotten. And here was this magic farm that could make you young and sexy again, make you beautiful in a new way." Tears shone in the mad cows eyes. "I could be pretty and popular and loved again." She played with the syringe. "But no, no no, no no no no no! NO! Instead I'm 'resistant', a deviant who doesn't become a pretty cow and is pushed off and hated because of it." Nettie took a step forward. "I used to be a winner, Sharon, so I know what a loser is."

Sharon took another step backward, trying to think how she could play for time. Maybe draw this out long enough for Hickory to arrive. "So because I make you feel like a loser you are going to turn me into a bullgirl?"

Nettie brandished the syringe. "No, that trick was only ever going to work once. It would be too obvious now and besides, they keep the bull mutagen away from the farm now, not somewhere I could get it without being caught."

"So what is that?"

Nettie beamed and took another step forward. "Just plain old mutagen, a single cow sized dose, just for you. It was easy to get, I spend so much time in the lab, I've seen all the codes and know where everything is." She swept the needle point through the air. "You should thank me, I'm just giving you more of what you want."

Sharon touched her stomach and the potential life growing there and looked up panic in her eyes. "Nettie, I'm extremely sensitive to the mutagen. That amount could make me super bovine or it might even kill me."

Nettie smiled even wider, a mad rictus grin. 'I know! Isn't it wonderful? The same thing that makes me jealous of you will be your downfall! And when it's all over with it'll look like you stole the drug for yourself and overdosed on mutagen. If you survive and keep your sanity you'll only be able to moo. It's the perfect plan!" Nettie braced herself, making ready to charge at Sharon. "Now hold still!"

Sharon looked around the clearing, seeing no help coming she turned and ran, making for the gate, mooing in fear. Nettie laughed and bellowed as she charged her, needle leading the way. Sharon looked back over her shoulder, stepped on a stick and tumbled onto the ground. She tried to climb to her feet, but Nettie slammed into her, pinning her to the ground. She lifted the syringe and jabbed it into the flesh of Sharon's shoulder and depressed the plunger. Sharon screamed as she felt the fluid push into her body and her shoulder start to tingle.

Nettie climbed off of Sharon and ran. Sharon rolled onto her back, feeling her breasts and udder grow hot and flushed, felt her skin and cartilage grow itchy, and then she felt a stabbing pain of agony in her legs. Her whole body was on fire! She gasped and mooed in pain and pleasure and...

Sharon blacked out.

***

Episode 87: Aftermath

Sharon drifted in and out of consciousness. For those brief, fever dream moments of awareness, Sharon felt flashes of agony and weakness. Her body felt weird and bloated, a warm udder wrapped around her thighs. Her legs felt battered and moved in odd ways. Distantly she felt herself being milked. But mostly Sharon didn't feel anything at all, completely unconscious and or too delirious to remember. Sharon didn't know how much she had changed or for how long she lingered like this.

Eventually Sharon blinked her eyes open. Her body hurt, but not terribly. She definitely felt weak. She wiggled her fingers, and they moved but felt odd. She tried to wiggle her toes... but she couldn't feel her toes. She must have hooves now, she realized. Sharon felt a weird sense of loss at this, recalling how she had learned to use her feet as hands during her armless times. Sharon mooed sadly. She wondered if she could still speak. She took a breath and tried to sit up.

"Sharon!" Hickory called out. Sharon looked around and saw she was in Hickory's bed. "She's awake!"

"Excellent!" Dr. Daisy was there too. Sharon gasped, this meant people might know about her and Hickory!

The two loomed over her, both looking concerned. Both the cow scientist and bullgirl looked exhausted, with pale drawn faces with bags under their eyes. Hickory in particular looked worried about her, a deep soul worry that Sharon recognized. Hickory loved her! Sharon smiled at her weakly. Dr. Daisy cleared her throat. "Sharon how are you feeling?" she asked.

"I feel like I'll live." Sharon managed to croak, pleased she could still speak. 

Dr. Daisy nodded. "Yes, you're safe now. It was a bit touch and go for a while, but you are stable now. You just need to let the support fluids do their job and rest. Just like after your last transformation you'll be feeling healthy in no time."

Sharon nodded and then mooed in dismay! Her pregnancy! Was her baby safe from the mutagen? She still hadn't told Hickory! Or admitted it to Daisy! She felt like she might start crying. She took a deep calming breath.

Sharon reached out her hand to Hickory, mooing in surprise when she saw that instead of five fingers, that she only had a thumb and two thick fingers now and that her skin was white and covered in black holstein spots. She had clearly changed. Hickory gratefully clutched her altered hand, squeezing it with her comforting strength. Sharon stared deep into her bullgirl's eyes. "Am pregnant," she croaked.

Hickory nodded, eyes shining. "I know, Dr. Daisy found out when she examined you." She stroked Sharon's hand. "I couldn't be happier and want to do whatever you want." Hickory smiled encouragingly.

"The baby?" Sharon asked.

Dr. Daisy nodded. "Is still alive, we were able to just make out a nice little heart beat. It's too early to tell what your baby will be like, whether human or hybrid, you aren't far enough along. And... well, I doubt we'll ever know whether your baby was affected by the mutagen: any bovine traits might be from you two. For what it's worth, the placental blood barrier should minimize the exposure slightly, and if your ch1ld has a more typical sensitivity to the mutagen it will have a lower effect. Although... it's an open question what effects the mutagen has in utero. I'm sorry, Sharon, this is all too new and was never meant to happen..." The Doctor squeezed Sharon's shoulder. 

Hickory leaned in and kissed Sharon on her forehead. "The baby is alive and so are you."

Sharon smiled at Hickory and glanced at Dr. Daisy. "Trouble?" she croaked.

Dr. Daisy shook her head. "I can't speak for everyone, but I'm delighted you two found each other. Hickory needed someone, and honestly, I think you do too. And as for your pregnancy? If you are happy, so am I; a wanted ch1ld is always something to celebrate." Daisy smirked playfully and winked. "Just so you know, I'm angling for god-cow."

Sharon laughed once, and winced. It hurt. "How long have..." she ran out of breath.

Dr. Daisy replied "Hickory found you unconscious and changing two weeks ago. She brought you here and called me. I came as quickly as I could, bringing support materials. You were dangerously weak, so I sedated you and have tried to keep you resting as much as possible until things stabilized. You're safe now, so I've cut out the sedatives."

Hickory squeezed her hand. "You're beautiful when you sleep." Sharon smiled at her, her big goof.

Sharon nodded. "Trouble?" She asked. "Wasn't moo." Sharon frowned, she had meant to say 'me'. She tried again. "Was not moo. Moo!" Sharon flicked her ears in irritation. She thought of some other 'm' words... Maple, mine, military. "Moople, moo, moolitary." Apparently she couldn't say the first syllable of 'm' words. Sharon sighed, at least she could still mostly speak.

Sharon looked at the bullgirl and Doctor and tried again. "I did not..." She breathed "do this to..." A few more deep breaths, "mooself".

"We know." Hickory responded, giving Sharon's hand another squeeze. 

Daisy said. "It was obvious, based on the needle in your shoulder that it wasn't self inflicted, and that likely someone had forcibly injected you."

Sharon felt vastly relieved. "Nettie!" She growled.

Daisy nodded grimly. "Once I knew that you had overdosed on mutagen I checked the security tapes. I've caught Nettie red handed."

"Tapes?" Sharon asked, pleased.

"After Hickory's incident we increased security. Not just the locks and pass codes but also some hidden cameras. Nettie, the silly cow, had no idea they were there."

"So much for the criminal mastermind," said Hickory.

"Nettie... Did Hickory swap too." Sharon gasped.

"I deduced as much," Dr. Daisy replied. "Rest assured that she will be punished accordingly." The doctor took Sharon's hand. "I'm so sorry, Sharon, I should have been more careful with the passcodes. Please let me know what I can do for you."

Sharon struggled to sit up. "One thing." 

"Anything."

"A moorir."

***

Episode 88: The Mirror

Sharon stared at her altered hands while Hickory went to fetch a mirror. Her hands were so strange to her, but felt so natural. She flexed her two thick fingers and clenched them around her widened thumb. They still felt like her hands. She clacked the hard, hoof material that covered the tips of her fingers together. Sharon wondered how that would effect her sense of touch or grip. She mooed softly, if this was how different her hands were, how changed was the rest of her?

She looked down and only saw her top pair of breasts. They were plainly bigger, huge tits capped with four inch teats. They were heavy and warm with, no doubt, prodigious lactation. They also had white skin covered in the blotchy pattern of a holstein cow. Sharon resisted running her hands along her breasts and waited for the mirror. 

Hickory clopped back into the room and set the mirror on the ground. Dr. Daisy drew the blanket off of Sharon and unclipped her IVs so that she could move more easily. Hickory helped Sharon sit up and swing her legs off the side of the bed. They felt weird, with alien articulation and proportions. Hickory advised her to be careful and that Sharon should think of it like walking on her toes. Sharon mooed gratefully and stepped from the bed, causing a loud clop. She wavered unsteadily, feeling her warm udder shift and rub against her thighs. Hickory caught her and supported her, as Sharon unsteady on her new hooves, clopped over to the mirror.

Sharon mooed a gasp as she saw herself. She was quite the cow!

Sharon's face, fortunately was still recognizably her own. Her face was more human than bovine, but was clearly altered. Her nose was huge, wide and flattened, obviously inhuman. Her lips had turned black and her jaw had elongated slightly; it wasn't quite a muzzle but it definitely left Sharon a bit horsefaced, or, at least cowfaced. An impression that was enhanced by her altered cheek bone structure and wide, flat front teeth. Sharon's ears had become full cow ears, furry and mobile and she had grown a medium sized pair of horns. Sharon mooed at her reflection.

Sharon's skin was bone white, except where it had a black patches giving her the stereotypical dairy cow look. Her hands, as she had seen, were three fingered and slightly hoof like. Her four breasts had expanded, now easily g cups each capped with a four-inch teat. Her hips, stomach, and thighs all became a little wider and softer, although her thighs clearly rippled with hidden muscle. Hanging from her hips was a truly massive udder, a huge pink sack of flesh with four long teats that hung past her knees. Sharon watched herself touch it in her reflection and mooed a moan. Behind her a furry, full length cow tail swished lazily, nearly brushing the ground. Sharon's legs had become digitigrade, bending oddly past the knee and ending in hooves. Sharon shifted her weight and watched her breasts and udders sway.

Carefully she turned around so she could look at her back. She could see her ass had expanded, becoming wide and fleshy, a nice balance for her gigantic udder. She saw the small of her back had grown a thin layer of cow fur. Sharon tried to touch it and found she couldn't bend her own shoulder, the one Nettie had injected, in that direction. She moved the shoulder around in a circle and felt that its range of motion was somewhat reduced. Sharon also noticed that shoulder had a thick patch of cow fur all its own. Dr. Daisy pointed out that because Nettie injected her muscle instead of her circulation, the effect was localized and concentrated a bit. The doctor pointed out this was quite lucky because it probably protected Sharon from an even larger change and probably saved her life. 

Sharon then gingerly bent forward, raised her tail, and spread her legs to see her vagina. She saw that it had moved slightly backwards, much more accessible from the rear than the front. She also saw that it had a puffy ring of black, leathery labia and a puffy, prominent anus. Sharon mooed in arousal and dismay. She had a bovine cunt and butthole. 

Sharon stood back up and looked at herself. She moved a little left, and a little right, she stretched her back and puffed up her breasts. She swished her tail and hefted her udder. She mooed and smiled at herself. Sharon was sexy, so sexy. She was finally the sexy cow of her perfect fantasy. She mooed again in joy. This wasn't planned or asked for and maybe she would despair at being so bovine in the future, but right now it was perfect.

Sharon tried to take a step and her hoof slipped and weak body nearly fell. Hickory stepped forward and grabbed her. Sharon mooed in gratitude. "Moobe back to bed," she panted.

***

Episode 89: Recovery

Sharon's recovery took time. As much as she wanted to bound out of bed and fuck Hickory or run around in the fields or show herself off to her cows (or go and kick Nettie with her hooves), Sharon knew she was too weak to do much but rest. So she spent her first few days in bed, being looked after by Hickory while she mostly slept, ate, and absorbed the contents of IVs. The only other thing Sharon really did during this time was be milked: her breasts and udder, spurred on by the mutagen or perhaps her pregnancy, demanded two lengthy milkings a a day. So Sharon laid there in bed, in a blissful haze as her aching mammary tissue was drained. Sharon was disappointed that she was two tired to orgasm, so these first milking a were just extremely pleasant as opposed to magical. Sharon couldn't wait to start feeling better.

Three days later Sharon was feeling strong enough to sit up in bed and found she was able to speak again in full, moo studded sentences. This meant she could comfortably read, choosing another Carnara sexy adventure novel that saw the promiscuous barbarian princess travel to a land of horny dwarves. It was a hilarious and inventive read. It also lead to her dreaming about herself as a bovine Carnara leading her band of archer Bessy, wizard Daisy, and steed centauress Hannah against the Minotaur king, who turned out to be a lusty Hickory. The dream definitely involved King Hickory fucking Canara/Sharon and her allies in a spectacular orgy. Sharon's newfound strength let her talk and play cards with Hickory, chatting about nothing things and avoiding the bigger topics of Sharon's new body and the beef bun in her oven. Sharon also found milking more pleasurable again, having huge full bodied orgasms that left her mooing and twisting on the bed and would leave her an aching, exhausted shell afterward. The orgasms were bigger and more intense than before, and Sharon was was sure her sounds of ecstasy and her scent of arousal were driving Hickory wild. A suspicion, that was confirmed when Sharon was splattered with a deluge of bull semen as Hickory, losing all hope at propriety, masturbated watching Sharon and came all over her. Afterward Hickory was deeply sorry, but Sharon just giggled and demanded that Hickory "Do it moo, while I'm watching." Hickory made a show of slowly masturbating her huge cock and Sharon applauded, and as it got hotter, Sharon played with her own puffy, bovine pussy and managed to orgasm just as her face got splattered by Hickory's bull semen. The pair had so much fun that they made mutual masturbation games a part of Sharon's recovery routine. 

Seven days into her recovery Sharon was feeling strong enough to try walking. She had stopped being on an IV and her body felt stronger and less breathless than before. Sharon found the experience of walking on her new hooves challenging, they were so much smaller than her feet and, without toes, less adaptive to changes in balance. She ended up toddling around like a small ch1ld, clutching walls and furniture to stay on her hooves. She also fell over a bit, making Hickory gasp and Sharon giggle. Walking on hooves was proving to be a fun challenge.

It was during this time that Sharon felt well enough to reward her bull for being such a loving partner. Sharon toddle-clopped over to Hickory where she was sitting in armchair anxiously watching Sharon. Sharon felt her heart start to beat, and she felt her pussy get hot and wet, she waved her tail and saw hickory's nostrils flare as she smelled her. Sharon smiled when she saw the bullgirl's cock push out of it's sheath. Sharon licked her lips and dropped to her knees in front of Hickory. "You've been so good to moo," Sharon said, "I want to say thank you." Hickory snorted and Sharon gently took her cock in her three-fingered hand, kneading it gently until it was good and hard. Then she ran her tongue along its prodigious length, making Hickory squirm in pleasure. Sharon throughly licked the pointed, slightly bovine glans of the cock before taking it in her mouth. Sharon's jaw, elongated as it was, still stretched with the girth of the cock. She wanted to swallow it, but could only take a portion of Hickory's huge bovine cock in her mouth. So she used both her hands to caress the bullgirl's balls and stroke her cock. Sharon worked it thoroughly, slurping, sucking, licking, and bobbing her head. Hickory panted and groaned and grounded her ass into the seat of her chair. Sharon picked up the pace, face fucking the cock as much as she dared until, Hickory bellowed and a torrent of cum exploded in Sharon's mouth. Sharon had wanted to swallow it, but the force and amount of semen made her choke and fall off the cock onto her ass. She wiped the cum off her mouth and face and smiled at the very happy looking Hickory. "Thank you!"

Hickory just mooed in response.

***

Episode 90: Triumph

Ten days into her recovery Sharon was finally feeling like herself. She might still feel a little weak and she found herself tiring more easily than normal, but her body had stopped aching and she was no longer finding herself shaky and breathless after any exertion. In fact, Sharon thought to herself while sitting on Hickory's porch sipping hot chocolate made with her own milk, she was starting to feel good. She snuggled in her blankets and watched Hickory, naked and sinewy, chopping wood with a long axe. Sharon's eye traced her long ropey muscles and the way they rippled the soft, feminine curves of her body as she powerfully swung the axe. Sharon mooed softly and felt her pussy blush. Sharon was feeling very good. 

Sharon also really, really, really needed to get laid. Her new body was so sexual, such a perfect realization of her fantasies, that waiting to fuck was proving to be a kind of torture. And with Hickory always around her and Sharon too weak to act on her urges, waiting for sex had been nearly as excruciating as her medical recovery. Sharon wasn't sure how much longer she could wait!

Sharon bit her lip and watched as Hickory bent, muscular ass toward Sharon, and lifted a heavy log off her wood pile and carried it to her chopping stump. Sharon mooed lustily and felt her stomach tingle and her cunt grow slick. Sharon reached under her udder and ran a finger along her puffy labia and moaned. She did feel better... maybe now was the right time... Hickory ran a hand through her long hair and stretched, making her breasts bob and the muscles of her back flex. Sharon gasped, fuck the right time, sex was now!

Sharon unwrapped herself from her blanket and climbed to her hooves. She ran her hands over her breasts, rubbed her udder, and slipped a hand under it to stroke her wet pussy. She groaned deeply and savoured the sensations of her body and arousal, making sure she smelled nice and horny. Then she walked with rolling hips up to Hickory, tail waving and whisking the fragrance of her cunt around. Hickory who had looked up and was breathing her scent in deeply. "Sharon..." The bullgirl said. Sharon ignored her, reached up and grabbed the bull by the horns and pulled her mouth to hers for a long, hungry kiss....

Then Sharon mooed and laughed and ran away from the bull, tail raised to bare her asshole and pussy, breasts and udder bouncing heavily. Hickory snorted in surprise and raced after her, with big long strides. Sharon made it to the gate, fumbled it open and raced out of the Caretaker's lot and into the farm. Hickory snorted and bellowed and Sharon mooed encouragement. She ran on and let herself into the he rear grazing enclosure on the creek side and Hickory stampeded after her. Hickory nearly caught her, her long stride gobbling up space, but Sharon managed to duck through a thicket, buying herself a little time. She laughed happily and made a run for one of the fences and Hickory snorted and pursued. Sharon came up against the fence and found herself with nowhere left to run. She wheeled and saw Hickory, grinning and panting standing with her legs flexed. Hickory took a step toward Sharon, and Sharon smiling shied away along the fence, whisking her tail. Hickory snorted in aroused frustration and moved to cut Sharon off from running back along the fence. So Sharon went the other way letting the bullgirl herd her until she reached the corner of the corral. Sharon, panting from exertion and biting her lip from arousal let herself be caught and, bracing herself on the fence, she bent over and offered her sex to the bull. Hickory bellowed in triumph and fell heavily upon Sharon. Sharon mooed wildly at the sensation of penetration as Hickory, wild with need, wasted no time slamming her bullish cock into Sharon. Hickory started thrusting immediately, slamming into Sharon with all of her considerable strength, rocking Sharon on her hooves and pushing her into the fence. Hickory snorted and panted as she worked and Sharon mewled and mooed and whimpered in pleasure as she strained back against the bullgirl. Sharon's breasts and udder heaved and shook under her wildly and Hickory's huge balls slapped heavily into her bovine labia and udder. Sharon had never been so perfectly filled, never loved with such command, passion, need, or power. She felt satisfied and whole in a way that she had never been before. She thought joyously, between surges of penetration, this is what I was always meant to be. And then she was screaming a moo at the top of her lungs as Hickory lifted her off her hooves and they both orgasmed, Sharon's cunt spasming and Hickory's cock surging bullseed into her. Sharon mooed in pure happiness as the pair collapsed to the ground.

***

Episode 91: Afterward

Sharon's blissful unawareness was shattered by the sound of applause. She looked up from under Hickory to see the entire herd had gathered in the grazing corral on the opposite side of the fence. Sunshine was smiling widely and clapping her hands. "That was quite the show you both put on," she said happily. Based on the reek of pussy coming from the mean cow, Sharon knew she wasn't being sarcastic.

Sharon saw and smelt the entire herd shared that sentiment. Cookie was openly masturbating, and winked at Sharon while Tulip was biting her lip and staring in lust at Hickory. Princess had grabbed Ella by the horns and pulled her to her crotch, where the other cow was happily licking her pussy. Gertie was smiling happily at her former friends and mooed her approval. Several of the other cows had raised tails and were shifting in a way that showed their obvious arousal, touching breasts and udders. Sharon blushed and Hickory rumbled a giggle from on top of her.

"Love the new look Sharon, and it is good to see you again Alicia," Sunshine said. "For what it's worth, I'm glad you found each other." She smiled wistfully and then turned to address the herd. "Shows over, you miserable cows! Let's give these k1ds some privacy! Yah! Yah!" The other cows, out of a sense of docorem, or a desire for privacy of their own, shambled off.

"Well, that's one way to introduce us to the herd," Hickory said as she rolled off of Sharon.

"Would you believe moo if I told you it was moo plan all along." Sharon said as she turned to lay on the bullgirl's strong, busty chest. Hickory rumbled a giggle in reply.

"What will you do now?" Hickory asked after a thoughtful silence.

Sharon stroked her abdomen. "I want to have whatever baby or calf is growing inside of moo." Sharon puffed out her cheeks. "I know this was an accident, but... it feels so right. And, well, I'm going to do this, but you aren't under any obligations to moo: you're a bull, I'm a cow now, this is how it works. But, if you want to be involved with this, I would of course love it." Sharon blinked back tears.

Hickory wrapped her arms around Sharon and drew her to her. "Of course I want to be involved with our k1ds. I love you Sharon."

Sharon beamed, tears in her eyes, "I love you too. But, please, call moo Clover."

"Clover, eh? Okay. I love you Clover."

Sharon, now Clover, mooed happily. 

Hickory stroked Clover's back, "Knowing that we are about to be parents, what is the plan? What will we do? Where will we live?"

Clover grinned. "We are going to stay right here. This farm is our home, and it's going to be our calf's home too."

"So we'll just continue on like before, you a milkmaid and me and a caretaker?"

Clover shook her head. "No, I'm not going to be a moomoo for moo whole life. I can't even say it! This job was only ever supposed to be short term, but clearly," Clover gestured at her body, "that's not possible anymoo. So if we're going to be stuck here we moo as well moo the moo of it."

"Pardon?"

"Try and do the best we can."

"Okay. And how do we do that?"

Clover smiled, "I have a plan." She licked her nose. "But for it to work, I need to talk to Sunshine."

***

Episode 92: The Plan

Clover found Sunshine lounging in a field in the shade of a tree. She was sprawled out on her side, breasts and udder pooled in front of her, tail lazily flicking tiny flies away. To Clover, Sunshine looked relaxed and a little bored. Which was, she thought, according to plan. 

Clover scuffed the ground with her hooves and mooed to get Sunshine's attention. The mean cow looked up and raised her eyebrows and flicked her tail. "I need to talk to you," Clover said.

"About what?" Sunshine replied, grinning a little, gathering up her devil-may-care persona.

"About the future of the farm."

Sunshine blinked, mind obviously racing. She clearly hadn't been expecting that.

"Let moo explain," Clover began. "The farm, as is, is being run to moonimoo... to decrease the amount of effort it needs to run. It's moo about mooing the cows happy than running a profitable moo business."

Sunshine smirked at Clover's involuntary verbal tick. "Moo business?"

Clover tugged on a teat on her udder, gasping as a bead of milk formed. "Moo business... le lait en francaise"

"Ooh la la." deadpanned Sunshine. 

"Because the farm is cutting corners it is leaving mooney on the table."

Sunshine mooed lazily. "I know all this. The business is about transforming rich people, the farm is just cow fantasy camp. And the money it does make is just about covering the cost of giving the clientele, or rather me, the cow lifestyle. And since the farm comfortably does this, why should I care that the farm isn't as profitable as it could be?"

Clover let the silence hang for a moment, like a good trial lawyer should, "I did some moo... some arithmetic when I was recovering. Between the cut taken by the guy who bottles and distributes the moo and by the final retailer, the farm looses nearly all of the profits. If Mookenzie Farms brought all of the production in house, sold moo directly to customers through farmers mookets and our own retail store here, the farm would easily quadruple earnings. And that's without factoring in better mooketing strategies and a superior, cowgirl based brand. The farm could easily be a real business." Clover paused again and gave Sunshine a long, level look. "I thought a smart business cow like you would want to know."

Sunshine was looking serious now and had sat up, arms and legs wrapped aound her udder. "This would require substantial investment in facilities, equipment, and staff. Not to mention cattle; for the kind of distribution you're talking about to really work the farm would need to produce more. Maybe double."

Clover nodded. "We would need a sizeable startup cost to build a moo production facility to treat the moo and bottle it, and yeah, we would need to buy some moochinery. But it wouldn't be an unreasonable capital investment and would pay for itself fairly quickly." Clover paused for dramatic effect."Plus, Dr. Daisy has perfected her mootagen producing cell line, the farm can now make as much of the compound as it needs. Which moos we can expand the herd to a useful size for moo production while also gathering capital." Clover smiled.

Sunshine nodded thoughtfully, "and the milk production staff?"

Clover smiled, "Why the cows of course!"

Sunshine looked skeptical. "What do you mean?"

"I moo that the cows could work part time for the farm helping with moo production or in sales. This would, of course, be entirely on a volunteer basis and the cows would work a moonimoo number of hours a week... moobe a day or two a week. But! In moo experience, moo than a few cows aren't entirely happy being cattle. Some of the herd moos some parts of being human or needs a little more intellectual engagement in their day to break up the moonotony. They moo be cows, but they are still people."

"Assuming that I don't hate this idea on principle," Sunshine offered skeptically, "what's in it for them?"

"I'd introduce an intrafarm currency that the cows could exchange for luxuries. Moony in the herd seem to want some form of human thing that they can't get as cows: Princess loves to read, Ella wants sport scores or a chance to watch the Superbowl, you love bubble baths, Cornflower begs for chocolate. Cows who work for on the farm could get credits that they could exchange for such things which would moo them happier and give us virtually free labour. It's a win, win situation."

"That's not a horrible idea," Sunshine conceded, looking fascinated. "It would certainly change things a lot around here..." She paused and looked thoughtful. "The one thing I don't get is what is in it for you?"

Clover took a deep breath to steel herself. "I want to run the moo business and mooketting division of the farm. I have the business background, understand how the farm works, and think it would be a good challenge for moo. I don't think I would be happy as a moomoo forever, I need moo of a career. And since I'm stuck here and the farm could clearly work better, well, why not that?"

"I'm not sure you are stuck here... you are quite bovine, but you and your bullgirl lover aren't property of the farm and are free to leave."

"I'm pregnant, Sunshine. And I'm going to keep it." Clover stroked her stomach. "I don't know what it will be, but I bet moo baby will be a little bovine, and I want them to grow up around other cows. Hickory and I want to build a life here. And so I want to find a job here that will keep moo happy for years."

Sunshine nodded. "I can respect that." She mooed softly and smiled. "Pregnant, wow, *that* is really going to change things around here." Sunshine licked her nose and thought for a moment. "What makes you think I can help you do this?"

Clover smiled sheepishly. "I think you could be the CEO."

"What!?" Sunshine laughed in surprise. "That's absurd! Even if I wanted to, what makes you think I could be made CEO?"

"Because you control a voting moojority of this company. You can do literally anything you want to."

Sunshine looked serious. "No I don't"

Clover grinned a little. "Yes you do. While I was recovering I went through all of the legal incorporation documents to the farm. Officially you have a 35% share of the company, which makes you the largest single shareholder."

"But not a controlling majority one."

"That's right. But, unless I'm quite moostaken, three of the investment companies with stakes in Moockenzie Farm are shell companies belonging to you. I can't prove it, but I'm pretty sure 'Rising Sun Venture Capital', 'Solaris Innovations', and 'Daybreak Investment Fund' are all fronts for you. They collectively control about 10% of the company each, so as long as you control two of them, you do have a moojority share of the farm."

Sunshine looked impressed. Slyly she said, "Assuming that is true, why would I want to be CEO? I love being a cow."

Clover grinned slyly back. "Obviously. But I think you need moo than that. Sunshine, you're a predator, a shark..."

"I'm a cow dear..."

"A cow-shark! You are someone who needs to be in charge of other people, someone who enjoys moonipulation and defeating others. You are, frankly, an awful, terrible bitch. When you were a big deal in business this was useful, it gave you an edge. But here? As a cow? You're bored and terrible to be around."

Sunshine rolled her eyes. "This is my retirement. I am here to relax."

Clover laughed. "So? Be a cow moo of the time and the CEO when you need to. If we delegate enough of the job, you'll just have to show up and make decisions and dictate strategy once and a while. This way you'll have something to focus on, so that you can stop harassing the other cows. And the farm will have the best moonager."

Sunshine smiled, "And what about Tauros?"

"Give him what he really wants."

Sunshines smile widened into a truly predatory grin. "You know, this sounds like a plan. You have yourself a deal."

***

Episode 93: Epilogue 1: One Month Later

It was one month after Clover had convinced Sunshine to take over Mackenzie Farms.

Clover grinned and thought about the flurry of clandestine action she and Sunshine had sprung into. Sunshine scheduled a board meeting and the pair spent time preparing by putting together a business plan, talking through their vision for the farm, and finding out which of Sunshine's suits the bustier and curvier Sharon could squeeze into. They also quietly brought Daisy and Bessy in on their plan, making sure they were on board. By the time the meeting was scheduled to happen, everything was ready.

At the meeting the coup went off more or less without a hitch. Sunshine was as fearsome as Clover knew she would be, easily commanding the room and looking very much the powerful cow CEO. Sunshine and Clover discussed the shortcomings of the farm, laid out their vision going forward, and gave the floor to Dr. Daisy who confirmed the new situation with the mutagen. And then Sunshine, a look of predatory delight on her pretty face, deployed her ace: she had 55% control of the company and using that she was going to make herself CEO. The room was stunned, but ultimately had no choice. Although, from what Clover could see, most of the representatives and stakeholders felt pretty good about Sunshine taking the reins. And just like that, Sunshine had control of Mackenzie Farms.

Following the coup, the farm went through a period of significant restructuring. Sunshine, obviously, became the new CEO. Tauros was released from his position and portfolio, but in return for his service, he was rewarded with a new role on the farm as a new bull. He was overjoyed, since clearly that is what he had wanted all along. (This had the added benefit of adding a bull to the farm as they expanded the herd.) Ginny, the former receptionist, was given control of the city office and made director of recruiting and communications and was given permission to hire a pair of assistants. She already did most of the work in this department, so she was a natural fit. Sunshine took Tulip on as her part time assistant and secretary, a move that mellowed that cow a little, and finished off the front office reshuffle.

At the farm Dr. Daisy was relieved of her title of COO of farm operations. With the newly created cell line and the huge amounts of mutagen the scientist could now make, it was decided that she should focus on mutagen production and research into its other applications. As such her title was adjusted to Chief Technology Officer and Director of Mackenzie Labs, which would be expanded. Clover was made COO of Dairy Operations and Director of the retail Sales department. Hickory was made the head of Dairy productions. The couple would be tasked with establishing a functional and profitable dairy and sales operation based out of the farm. Bessy was made the COO of Farm Operations and put in charge of the milking and well being of the herd. She was the best of the current milkmaids and with her background in veterinary work she was ideal for this position. The farm also planned to hire eight new milkmaids, with the hope that six would eventually work out. This staff increase would help the farm expand, but would also provide some apparently much needed supervision to the herd. Hannah was given a new title of Head Rancher, a position that combined farm caretaker, watching the herd during grazing times, performing unpleasant ranch duties (like branding), and disciplining wayward cattle. Clover already thought of her as the farm Sheriff. And so the farm had an expanded and diversified management structure to handle its larger role and herd growth potential. 

Sunshine felt strongly that Mackenzie farm should consolidate its operations. While they would maintain a city office under Ginny for selling bovine transformations, the new CEO wanted the rest of the company to work out a centralized location. To achieve that the corporation bought the two adjacent farm plots to expand the farm and to create space for new buildings. On one plot the plan was to construct a large two storey main building that would have offices and a cowgirl veterinary clinic on the main floor and lab space on the second floor, as well as some facilities and storage in the basement. Also on this land the plan was to build a small apartment block for the expanded farm staff and to house the scientists and veterinarians who would work in the new lab building. On the other new strip of farmland the front lot was going to be converted into the Mackenzie Farm milk production facility. This would include a large barn structure that would house the milk storage tanks, production machinery and bottling plant. This would connect to a bank of refrigerators and a small retail store that would sell milk and milk products directly to customers. There were also plans to build a second adjacent building to serve as a storage area or perhaps a space for yogurt or cheese production. Plans were drawn up and construction would begin nearly immediately.

At this point Clover was about three months pregnant, which meant she was just starting to show it. Her stomach, already a bit convex because of her zaftig cowgirl frame, pushed out a little more and was taught to the touch. Clover couldn't stop rubbing it and smiling in a kind of primal satisfaction. Hickory seemed to be, if anything, even more excited. She'd joke that she never expected to be a father, but added earnestly that now that she was she couldn't be happier. A sentiment Clover shared, especially since she had moved in with her bull and was enjoying the companionship and frequent fucking that went along with that.

In less happy news, the farm was struggling to decide what to do with Nettie. She clearly needed to be punished since she had poisoned Hickory and, depending on how you argued it, either attempted to murder or manslaughter Clover. Although the question of the mad cows sanity raised questions about her culpability. What was agreed on was that it wasn't safe for Nettie to freely mix with the other cattle. While a long term solution was still being discussed, for now the mad cow was being kept locked in a shed during the day, milked alone, and grazed in a different corral than the rest of the herd. Hannah proposed the construction of a farm jail, and Sunshine was deciding whether that was the correct line of action.

Clover touched her stomach and smiled, things were happening and she had a new life to build. There was a lot of work to do,but she welcomes the challenge.

***

Episode 94: Epilogue 2: Six Months Later

Six months passed.

Clover was hugely pregnant. She was due at any time, and was very uncomfortable. She was too hot all of the time, her hooves hurt, her ass was huge, her bulging stomach got in the way, and she always had to pee. She mooed in frustration, and muttered about her stupid ovaries and the fact she was carrying twins who would not just get the fuck out of her already. Clover had resorted to going for long waddles to try and get labour started.

As she waddled around the compound, Clover marvelled at all they had built. 

The new laboratory building was finally completed and Dr. Daisy was in the process of moving her equipment and materials into the lab space. The building was a gorgeous modern glass building with brick and varnished wood accents. The top floor of the building had a huge open concept lab space running down the length of one side of the building, a break room and meeting room on either end, and a offices along the opposite side. The core of the top floor also had smaller, enclosed rooms for specialized experiments like tissue culture and microscopy. The main floor had a beautiful suite of offices, a lounge, and a boardroom for Sunshine to conduct her business at the front of the building. The rest of the main floor was devoted to a large clinic styled as a combination doctors office, large animal veterinary hospital. This provided the farms new full time vet, Dr. Marigold, a newly busty and cow-eared addition to the staff, the facilities to supervise transformations and cater to the health of the herd full time. The basement level was devoted to a small secure research wing and lab storage vaults. It was an impressive new building, and Clover despaired that she would end up giving birth there since her calves seemed destined to be inside of her forever.

Next to the new lab building stood the skeleton of a campus style apartment block designed to house scientists, milkmaids, and their families as the non-cow staff of the farm was increased. It would be a while before these structures were completed, but since the existing staff could be comfortably housed in the existing farmhouses on the combined property, this wasn't really an issue yet.

Clover's waddle now brought her past the original farm structures, the cow barn and milking shed. Most of this was unchanged, since the barn and milking shed were designed to more than accommodate the needs of the farm. Although, with the addition of six new cows to the herd, this wouldn't be true for much longer. Now that the mutagen wasn't in a limiting supply the number of cows could grow as fast as they could be accommodated. Moreover, since the mutagen now flowed freely the cows could purchase their treatments more or less on demand. As a result of this Cookie quickly joined Honeybun as a quad-cow and became another member of the herd to surrender to a bovine life. The rest of the existing herd seemed content to live, at least for now, as cowgirls: four-breasted, udder having anthro cowgirls that, except for Bella, have retained their speech. The new cows were being deliberately paced in their treatment and currently had some combination of enlarged tits, extra breasts, pseudo-udders, or nascent ears and tails. They were still playful and silly and were mostly strangers to Clover. The farm was currently interviewing about adding another four cows and bull to bring Mackenzie farms to its full current capacity.

Clover's I-want-to-be-in-labour march next brought her to her milk production facilities. The builders had just finished erecting the main production facility, a large barn-like structure made of gorgeous wood beams, a metal roof, and precast concrete wall panels. It was a little utilitarian, but it was cost effective and went up quickly. The milk holding tanks, bottling machinery, and other tools Clover and Hickory needed would be delivered in the next month. And then they could bring the full production chain onto the farm. In the meantime the pregnant cow and bullgirl had been using the production facilities of their previous partner, but selling the bottled milk themselves. While it cut into profits, it gave Clover and Hickory an invaluable learning experience in the process of milk production and the business of running a dairy. It also gave Clover a chance to focus on the sales side of business. For now she was targeting farmers markets, sending herself and trusted cows out to local markets and fairs to sell their milk. So far it was going quite well, the promise of animal cruelty free dairy products made them popular with vegans and granola types, while the bovine appearance of her sales team seemed to charm a lot of people into trying their milk. It also didn't hurt that the cows of Mackenzie Farms produced remarkably delicious milk. So while it was still early days and they weren't totally producing their own finished product, so far so good. 

The plan to use cows as workers was going well too. Sunshine decided that new cows had to be at the farm for at least six months before they could work for human luxury credits. The CEO cow also enacted strict hour limits that meant cows could only work twice a week and had to devote the rest of their time to being a cow. This meant that Clover was forced to hire the existing herd and be strategic in how she used them. Clover found the quad cows were uninterested, seemingly quite happy living as full time cows. Sunshine and Tulip were busy administrating the farm (although Sunshine liked to help once and a while for kicks), which meant Sharon only had four cow employees. She found that Ella and Princess made a great sales cow team, since Ella was great at talking to people and Princess was very, very responsible and good with money. Clover relied on them to work the largest weekend farmers market. Clover also found that Cornflower was a capable sales cow and could be trusted to work alone. Clover preferred sending teams, but out of necessity would sometimes send Cornflower to the smaller markets alone. Bella, who could only moo, didn't seem to like leaving the farm, so she would help with bottling and production. She was good at it, but Clover didn't like Hickory working alone with her out of a sense of jealousy and a natural fear about how little self control bulls and cows had. It was only a few more weeks until Sharon could start recruiting the new cows in the herd, and she couldn't wait to bolster her work force.

Clover rounded the fence and entered the pasture land, making her way to cow village. The cow village was a series of small cabin homes being built on the rear of the farm's lot to house bovine members of staff. The first building in the village was Hickory's cabin, which Clover and her had been living in. With twins on the way, the pair had elected to move out and to construct a larger cabin with extra bedrooms and office space for Clover. Dr. Daisy had decided to move into Hickory's cabin. Dr. Marigold, who fully intended to become a cowgirl, was currently lobbying the farm for her own small cabin. Clover hoped that this part of the farm would eventually become a vibrant community to raise her calves in.

Bessy had chosen to move into one of the farmhouses. One of the purchased farms had a farmhouse too small to be subdivided into suites, so Bessy had claimed it. She felt that as the COO of the farm that she should be closer to the herd and more active in the lives of the new milkmaids. So the housing made sense. It also made sense since Tommy had moved in with her and joined the farm as a delivery driver and member of the milk production team. He was a cheerful, hard worker and Clover was happy to have him on the team. This choice meant that Tommy was eligible for treatments, which he took advantage of becoming partially bull. This had reinvigorated the sex life and connection between him and Bessy and probably saved their marriage. Bessy for her part, had gotten more treatments and was now a joyous, fourbreasted cowgirl with black and white spots and her very own large udder. Tommy could barely keep his hands off her.

Hannah seemed quietly pleased by her new role in the farm. Being a rancher and caretaker for the farm let her devote her time to riding and manual work and kept her away from cow drama and the kinkiest parts of their lives. She had commissioned her own cabin be built with an adjacent small stable for her horses. 

Hannah's cabin was built away from the rest of the farm buildings because it was next to the farm jail. It was decided that Nettie would be sentenced to five years imprisonment for her actions and she was housed in a small cinder block shed with a corral with block walls with small chain link windows. She was denied access to Bulls and her milking had been cut back and back and back, so that she was no longer lactating. She was a dry cow, living alone in a cell, granted only periodic jaunts in the graze lands. There were two other smaller paddocks in the jail complex for shorter punishments for lesser misbehaviour among the herd.

Clover felt a twinge in her abdomen. She mooed in discomfort: it had hurt. She stood still and stroked her bulging stomach, wondering what was wrong. She felt her twins move inside of her and the pain had subsided. Clover figured everything was fine and started waddling again. She only went a few more steps when she felt another pain ripple through her stomach and vagina. Was this a contraction? Is this how labour felt? Clover stood still for a few more minutes and felt another pain ripple through her. She was having contractions! Hopefully this meant it was finally time! She pulled out her walkie talkie, a required item for the staff these days, and called Hickory. "Honey, I think it's time!"

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Episode 95: Epilogue 3: One Year Later

A year passes.

Clover is sitting on a blanket watching her twins, now precocious one year olds, toddle around the field getting into mischief. She smiles as she watches Hickory easily lift one of their calves who had just made an unsteady dash away from supervision. Clover's heart ached, her family, her bullgirl and babies, were perfect. She is delighted that her k1ds, either through parental transformations of mutagen ended up being partially bovine. Lily, her daughter, while the potatoe shape of a baby, looks like she will grow into a stereotypical cowgirl since she has a prepubescent udder, four nipples, hooves, a tail, Holstein skin and the rest of the usual cow-like features. Willow, her twin sister, was born a bullgirl, with the sandy fur, tiny, almost equine udder and penis of her sire. Clover is glad her babies would fit into the farm and will grow up surrounded by a loving herd.

Clover and Hickory share eye contact and smile at each other. Clover is still very much in love with her bull, her supportive partner and ideal lover. The two have simpatico personalities that make them successful business partners and coparents and a sexual chemistry that still, after a year of still daily fucking, leaves both women euphoric and exhausted. Clover had never imagined she would find a love match this perfect, let alone one predicated on being a cow, but she is endlessly grateful about the twisty, transformation laden path that lead her here. She licked her snout and blew her bull a kiss, who winked back at her before dashing after another rogue baby.

Clover's sector of the farm is proving to be quite successful. By bringing all of the aspects of milk production in house and creating a brand around cowgirl farming, Mackenzie Farm has found a profitable niche and a loyal customer base. Clover's workforce now includes the four original cows as well as the six who finally aged into employment eligibility. This gave Clover just enough cows to staff their on the farm retail store, which was becoming an increasing source of income, as well as have sales cows for a few farmers markets which generated more sales and marketed the farm. Ella and Princess remain the her best sales team, and the pair still work the largest weekend farmers markets for her. Cornflower runs the secondary farmers market and is involved with training the newer cows how to work there; Clover and her are hoping to find a few cows that could be sent to yet more markets. Ella has become the defacto store manager, working a few hours everyday (by splitting up her work eligibility), to keep the storefront stocked and working. She has become indispensable to Clover. As are Tommy and Hickory who manage most of the production and distribution, and who have lately taken to producing high quality yogurt, cultured butter, and unripened cheese which has really increased their sales per costumer. They are hoping to finish working out the kinks for a farmhouse cheddar in the next six months. Clover is very happy with her career and proud of what she, her partner, and their team have accomplished. No matter what happens with the transformation part of the business, the farm, her home, will endure.

Bessy, meanwhile, is proving to be an excellent farm manager. The farm now has a staff of ten milkmaids to wrangle the growing herd. Bessy has whipped this team into an efficient brigade of milkers and caretakers to the point where she can usually spare a few workers to help on the production side at any given time. Bessy has also unified her team of Milkmaids and made them a tight knit group, convincing five of them to buy into the employee plan and start their own bovine transformations. Already the five of them were extra busty and had the very earliest cow features. 

Bessy and Tommy continue to have a stable married life. Bessy has chosen to halt her transformation as a stereotypical cowgirl, looking very much like Clover's sister. Tommy, meanwhile, has progressed into quite the Minotaur specimen, with a huge muscular body, brown fur, a tail, hooves, horns, a slight muzzle, and a truly delicious cock. Clover still gets wet thinking of Bessy and her bull fucking. Bessy, for her part, is not a possessive mate and has offered to share Tommy with Clover. Clover declined, since she and Hickory are committed to monogamy, in part because the sexual frustration of exclusivity drives them both wild with need. Bessy does share Tommy with the transformed milkmaids, an arrangement that makes her husband and staff very happy, and stops the bovine milkmaids from pursuing affairs with bulls. Despite Tommy's polyamorous lifestyle, Bessy and her bull seem very happy together and are even expecting their first calves, since Bessy is currently very pregnant. Clover cannot wait for her friend to give birth and is overjoyed that her kids will have friends on the farm.

The current herd of cows has 21 members, the most the farm can accommodate with its 20 stall barn. And even then, it only works because Nettie is in longterm confinement. The current makeup of the milking herd has 4 quad cows, 11 full cowgirls, and 6 so-called "greenhorns", a Hannah-ism for the chesty-woman-with-bovine-decoration phase that all new cows go through. The herd mostly gets along well these days since the worst actors are either jailed or distracted by jobs on the farm. Giving the cows a productive outlet and the odd luxury has really helped with morale and helped diffuse the building tension of under-stimulated cows. It also has helped that many of the cows have started to pair off into couples. Princess and Ella, despite still enjoying time their time wth bulls, have formed a romantic, sexual relationship that is really their primary relationship. Many other cows have formed domestic partnerships, that as far as Clover knows aren't sexual, but offer much of the intimacy, friendship, and support of a romantic pairing. These kinds of bonds have helped stabilize and normalize the situation. 

The farm currently has four bulls. Samson, the senior bull of the farm, has decided to undergo additional treatments and is now the bull equivalent of a quad cow: a hulking, muscular quadruped that dwarves his bovine lovers. A choice that has made the bull very popular with the most transformed cows. Angus has also become further transformed, becoming the hulking minotaur that Samson once was. This has disrupted the bulls speech and reduced his interest in his human life. On the one hand this made Clover sad, since many of the aspects she admired about the bull have been lost to the mutagen and aggression of his bull form. But, given the undeniable attraction Clover feels around Angus even now, it might be for the best, since she isn't sure she could be around him and just stay friends. Tauros has happily transitioned into the farm's third bull, transforming into a bullman complement of the cowgirls, a dashing, sexy bull. The newest bull Ancho is still mostly human and adorably bashful about his nudity and role as bovine love machine. Clover is charmed by the amusing anecdotes of the cows trying to teach him about sex and get him out of his shell. 

The farm is currently struggling with how to expand the herd. The current herd, while enough to support a healthy dairy, could be larger given the available farmland and the demand for Mackenzie Farm products, which current production can't keep up with. One school of thought suggests the farm should build a very large, maybe 50 stall barn and fill it as quickly as possible. This approach acknowledges that growth is good for the farm's bottom line and is cognizant of the fact that their monopoly on the mutagen will erode as derivative products reach the public. Their recruiting power will never be stronger. At the same time, the farm currently has a great culture in the herd, and adding too many cows too quickly threatens to upset this balance. Since the farm is all of their home, and since the cows, as property, can't leave the farm, Sunshine feels strongly they should take a slower approach. The CEO cow wants them to build a second 20-stall barn, split the current herd between the two buildings and add new cows 5 at a time, letting the new cattle assimilate before adding more. Ginny, the head of recruiting, feels this approach also has the benefit of giving her more time to hunt for potential cows. There are only so many women with enough money and the particular kinks that make them want to become a cow. Growing the farm too fast would probably exhaust that pool and force the farm to either take on cows for less money or to actively incentivize cattle recruitment. In the end, Sunshine gets what Sunshine wants, and the farm is drawing up plans for a second 20-stall barn.

On the laboratory side things are going very well. The creation of a mutagen producing cell line has created a renaissance, not only in cow transformations, but also in unlocking the potential of the miraculous compound. Dr. Daisy, freed from making the mutagen herself and veterinarian duties by the cowgirl Dr. Marigold, has begun to develop customized versions of the mutagen for different applications. It's still early in the process, but Daisy has managed to isolate a slightly age regression version with far fewer bovine aside effects that she has licensed for a small fortune to a spinoff company to perfect. Now the cow Scientist is focusing on targeting the mutagen to her first enemy: cancer.

Dr. Daisy's first breakthrough, though, was transforming her girlfriend Lindsay into a multi breasted foxgirl. Daisy had wanted to prove she could repurpose the mutagen, but needed a test subject. Lindsay, who was a furry and who wanted nothing in the world than to be a foxgirl, eagerly volunteered. So, on a very tense day, Dr. Daisy injected Lindsay with the fox-variety mutagen and remade Lindsay into a vulpine beauty. She now had beautiful red fur, a slight facial muzzle, a fox tail and ears, black furred "gloves" and "socks", and six, heavy lactating tits on her creamy chest and stomach. She was overjoyed with the transformation, delighted to realize her dream. Even more so when she learned how great milking, a bovine side effect, felt. Lindsay has moved onto the farm and, with her background in marketing, photography, and web design is now working as the farms foxey marketing specialist. She and Daisy are still romantically involved and are happily living together.

Another early, far more ambitious Mutagen experiment involved Hannah. It took some cajoling from Clover, but the head rancher finally admitted her dream transformation, and Clover pressured Daisy into making it a reality. In a very complicated long term mutagen infusion that involved placing Hannah in a month long coma, Daisy radically altered Hannah. The cow scientist remade the rancher to be a centauress, her ideal fusion of woman and horse. When she emerged from the clinic Hannah's human torso sprouted from the full equine body of a gorgeous roan red mare where the horse's neck would be. Hannh's horse body was huge and muscular and powerful, while her human portion remained, other than the growth of four huge breasts, relatively unchanged. Hannah seemed a little embarrassed by the change initially, but quickly grew into her new body, clearly enjoying her new life. These days she still worked as the rancher/sherif of the farm and has taken the stallion Caspian as a lover. 

The lab has also recently expanded as Dr. Daisy has found herself with more work than she could accomplish herself. Finding the right Scientists to join her has proven to be complicated: she needs brilliant experts familiar with biology and chemistry who also don't have qualms with transforming people. This has led to some unorthodox people joining the farm like Julie Wu, the daughter of a disgraced mad scientist (and who Clover bemusedly noticed is very fascinated by Hannah's centauress body). It also means that the farm has hired Jim, Clover's ex-boyfriend. Jim is a perfect fit for the farm, and his daughter Athena seems to be adjusting well to moving to the farm. Clover hopes her k1ds can be friends with the smart and spirited young woman. 

Clover is brought back to the present by a happy shriek as Lily playfully tackles Willow. Willow tumbles to the ground and started to bawl. Clover smiles in bemusement and goes to scoop up her baby bullgirl and cradle her in her arms. Hickory meanwhile pleaded with the rough-playing Lily to be gentler. Life is good, unexpected, but good. Clover mooed in contentment.

As far as endings go, it wasn't half bad. 

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THE END