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changenbirthenstein · 1 year ago

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Pranks

(Content Warning: Transformation, Birth, Egg Laying)

“Stop being such a wimp, it’s a harmless prank!”

My friends stood across from me, smirking. This was something we’d been planning for months, and yet now it seemed… wrong, dangerous in a way I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Oh sure, it has been easy, fun to talk about. All a big joke, but in my head I could still tell myself it was all just a big game. I could reassure myself, think it was just a thought exercise, nothing anyone else really wanted to follow through with.

Now though… we were really in front of her farm. The one people talked about in whispers, the one ran by the old ugly woman that was only seen in town around the fall seasons. She never hired any help, never came to the farmer’s markets, never seemed to socialize. All the old farmer would do is glare at everyone she hobbled past, jabbing them with her walking stick when they got in her way, paying for various supplies with money nobody knew how she got.

Of course such strange, hostile behavior would lead to rumors. It didn’t help that nobody had ever seen her working her fields, and yet always had incredible yields come harvest. With becoming a local myth comes a certain degree of people like us wanting to poke the tiger, to discover the truth, certain we’d be ok, find something nobody else had.

The plan was simple. Sneak onto the property, make our way to her barn. Throw some paint over some of her animals as a “costume” for halloween and then get out. And if we looked around for some clues as to how she was managing the farm all on her own, what was the harm of that? And really, what could she do? The cops wouldn’t do much even if she called them, and its not like she would shoot us.

Terra rolled her eyes and walked toward the low fence marking the boundary of the old woman’s farm. “Seriously, you all are so lame sometimes, I don’t get why I hang out with you.” With that, the blonde girl hopped over the barrier with little effort, turning and holding her arms out to show that she was alright. “See? I didn’t evaporate or explode or something. Now come on, lets get this over with.”

Eve was the next one over, a little less gracefully but still without any injury. “Come on, Becca! We don’t have all night, the longer we take the more likely we’ll get caught!” I couldn’t deny the logic of that. Pushing my glasses up my nose, I exhaled slowly, and then hoisted myself over the fence to join my friends. This was it. I was really doing my first real prank. There was no going back.

We crept as quietly as possible with our bag full of paint, wincing at the occasional dull clunk, until we were just outside of the large barn. Quickly, Eve moved to the door and heaved it open enough for us to slip through. She’d always been the biggest of us, sort of the brawn of our trio to my brains and Terra’s beauty. She grinned excitedly as we all entered, and she pulled the door shut behind us.

The bags landed on the ground with a clunk, and Terra clapped with delight. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this!” she whispered, before grabbing a can and carrying it toward some of the sad-looking livestock. One of the cows forlornly moo’d at her, blinking slowly as she approached. “God, look at them. So bloated and gross. Only good for pushing out babies and making milk. Could you imagine having to live as one of them?”

I forced a chuckle, trying not to seem as nervous as I was as I began to look around. “Personally, I think chickens are worse.” I said, only half paying attention as I saw a stall that didn’t have any animals in it and went to investigate. It was right by the front, it’s odd that she’d just keep it completely empty. Maybe supplies? “All they do is lay eggs. Even if it’s not as painful as, like, birth, I can’t imagine how awful it would be. And their cloacas are so gross.”

I drew closer, pulled the stall door open. There was a desk littered with papers, words and pictures jumbled all over. “Pigs.” Terra smirked, grabbing a can of her own. “Nasty, smelly, stupid little hooves. Not strong, not fast, not good looking. The worst of every world, seriously. The only way Pigs aren’t average are all the ways they suck extra hard.”

This was weird. Most of this stuff wasn’t in english, in fact it seemed to be a lot of runes and such. This didn’t make any sense. There was a splash and a distressed bellow from a cow, followed by another gush of liquid and upset squealing from the porcine victims. The paint can for me was left unused as I continued to try to understand what I was looking at. Circles and pentagrams, ingredient lists, strange steps to lengthy rituals. Things labeled “Grant Fertility” and “Animate Plant”. Hand signs, chants…

I stepped back, eyes darting around, my spine tingling with sudden fear. “Uh… girls? I think… something is wrong here.” I turned, walked out of the stall, turning toward my friends. “This isn’t normal. All this stuff… it’s like she’s some kind of sorceress, or enchantress, or…”

“Witch, actually, is what I prefer. Thank you very much.”

I spun around as my friends jumped. There, in front of the door, it hadn’t even moved. She was hunched over, elderly, grinning wide. She made a hand sign, whispered a phrase in a language I didn’t understand, and then… darkness.

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Everything felt wrong.

My skin was tingling as my eyes slowly opened. I whimpered at the discomfort as I rolled over, finding myself in a large bare patch of the field, nothing but dirt under me. Well… dirt and symbols, coating the ground in a strange dark substance around me. They ended at a wide circle, surrounding me but giving me room to be laid on the ground without touching the edges. To either side of me, making their own pained moans of waking, were Terra and Eve, contained in their own strange circles.

I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a moan as I held my middle. Something was happening, a pressure building inside me. I whimpered, panting, my body feeling overheated as, under my palm, I felt my pubic mound growing firm. Starting to round ever so subtly, barely pressing out before it went away.

Judging from the confused sounds and whimpers of discomfort from nearby, my friends had just gone through similar growth spurts of their own. This didn’t make any sense… my mind was putting pieces together but I refused them, wouldn’t let myself accept what I’d just felt.

“Ah, you’ve woken up. Good, good. I always enjoy it when they’re awake for the good bits.” The tone was filled with malicious mirth, the voice creaky and cold. Looking up, I saw her. The… the witch. God, this was real, wasn’t it? She really was a witch. Could she have done something to us?

“I noticed you seem to have been curious about my livestock. My spells were all shuffled around, thought I wouldn’t notice, did you? I won’t bother asking who you are or who sent you. I’m sure you’ll deny it, lying and insisting you don’t know what I’m talking about. ‘We’re just from the town, we were just exploring, please let us go home!’ Oh yes, I’ve heard it all before. And that suits me just fine, if I’m being honest. You see, I can show you everything you could want to know!”

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell her she had it all wrong. Instead, I grunted, gasping as sweat beaded on my forehead. Once more, the skin of my palm pulled away from the center, and I whimpered as my middle started to push forward, slowly, subtly, once more. “What’s happening to me?!” Terra begged, voice watery with panic.

The witch cackled, eyes gleaming in delight. “Oh darling, you’re to be congratulated! You see, you’re expecting, all three of you! Buns in the oven, such a magical experience!” Eve grunted, gritting her teeth, before saying “I can’t be pregnant. Never had sex. Oh god!” Her rebuttal was stopped by another growth spurt from inside, my own burden seeming to react. My skirt was too tight, digging into my expanding midriff, the pressure of unwanted life developing rapidly within only getting worse.

“We can’t be pregnant… I can’t have a baby!” Terra sobbed, panic taking hold. It was impossible, yet… my chest was aching. My hips were sore. I definitely FELT pregnant. I could only assume, as I looked down at the belly slowly peeking out from under my shirt, and seeing how far along my friends were, that I looked pretty pregnant too. “You really can, dear.” the crone smirked, delighting in our distress. “Just a bit of magic to help your body along, and these little ones took root just fine. You’ll be in labor within the hour, if even that. Can you believe it, girls? You’re going to give birth soon. Oh, I wonder how you’ll scream and cry, especially considering the little surprise that’s going to come with it…”

Heat coursed through me. The growth came in surges. All I could do was try to endure, painting and whimpering in discomfort as I rapidly gestated a child I was nowhere mentally prepared for. I was going to have a baby… Did this make me a mom? Did this count as rape? Nothing made sense. This couldn’t be real, it couldn’t.

My friends endured their own conditions much less quietly than me. Terra was melting down, trying to burst out of her circle, only to find an invisible barrier there. She slammed her fists against it, begging to be let out, even as she hunched forward, groaning as another spurt took her, the moans seeming to slowly get lower, deeper. Eve, meanwhile, kept grunting, the sudden surges of gestation apparently painful for her as they got more guttural and rippling. She just knelt, watching her belly swell in helpless horror. She’d told me years ago that she had been terrified at the idea that someone could just… make her pregnant, if they wanted to, if she was unlucky. Now that nightmare was coming true.

I, meanwhile, watched my little bump continue to grow into a fertile swell. Strechmarks began to form near the back, my navel was nudged into an outie. The others whimpered and gasped, talking about sudden kicks from inside, but I didn’t feel anything. Just ever more pressure. Maybe it was because my belly seemed to be growing slower than the other two? Poor Terra seemed huge, barely able to move as her feccund orb just wouldn’t stop growing, and Eve was noticeably larger than me as well.

“Wonderful. It’s almost time. You are quite the lovely group of mother-to-be’s. You should be proud of yourselves, you’re about to have your very first babies. Isn’t that wonderful?” The witch couldn’t hide the cruel glee in her voice, seeing how her words only upset us further. It’s not like we could do anything about it. We were trapped, as much by our own unwanted fertility as her magic. This was happening, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

Another surge took me, different than the others. My eyes went wide as my womb squeezed, contracting. The pressure spiked horribly, and then released. To my shame, fluid ran out of me, soaking my panties. My first contraction… my waters… I knew what that meant. It was time. I was going to give birth for this horrid woman, no matter how much I hated it.

“Oh God no, no no, I can’t, I can’t do this!” Terra cried, the crotch of her jeans dark and a damp patch of dirt under her. “Please no… I don’t want a baby, please don’t make me have a baby!” Eve in turn whispered, the terror of her impotence, the delivery inevitable washing over her. I wanted to comfort her. To tell her it was going to be ok.

The contraction took me as I opened my mouth to speak, and all that came out was a cry of agony, the need to push slamming through my mind, washing almost everything else away. Just the need to bear down, and… the feeling of wrongness on my skin. No… not on it. In it. And as I parted my legs, leaning back on my hands, feet curled under me as I bore down… I felt something else coming out. Something that was even worse than this burden I’d been forced to carry.

I could feel that this labor, my giving in and pushing, was giving it power. Making it even worse. But I couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop. Whatever this twisted essence was doing to me, it was just as inevitable now as me giving birth for the witch. “Hmmm, here it comes… oh, I wonder who will realize first…” The cruel magician smirked, delighting in our pain and violation.

Something slipped down. Moving inside me. Firm, smaller than I feared, but larger than I could believe. I gave in, pushing with the pain. I was in labor, and every fiber of my being just needed whatever life I had been growing inside me to get out, as fast as possible. Yet, as I pushed… Something else came. My fingers hurt, throbbing, burning, along with my toes. I fell forward, onto my hands and knees.

Tears blurred my vision, but I still saw it. As I pushed, my fingers twitched of their own accord. Pushing together. Pressing into one another unnaturally hard the more I felt whatever was inside me inching down, toward my damp opening. Then, before my eyes… on my right hand. My middle and index fingers. They just… melded. It hurt so much. The flesh searing, feeling like my hand was melting. The skin glistened with sweat, and yet it was impossible to unsee. There were four fingers on my right hand now.

Another contraction came. I screamed with effort, shaking my head in denial, panic rising in my throat as those four fingers painfully became three. MY feet burned, throbbed inside their shoes and socks, and I could feel the bubbling, popping agony of my left foot losing a toe to whatever was happening to me.

“My nails! God it hurts!” Terra moaned from next to me. Looking over, I saw something similar, but different was happening to her. Her fingernails had turned a deep black, and seemed to have thickened. Even as I watched, another contraction came, and as she pushed it seemed that the dark mass almost seemed to be… expanding. Pushing back into her fingers, further than normal.

Eve let out a squeal of horror. “My back! It’s so bad! Make it stop!” I turned, and saw the poor girl’s jeans starting to bulge. Something else was coming, the strain was too high to be her vagina, the magically created baby starting to crown against her will. No, this was somehow more distressing, something impossible. “It’s pushing! This can’t be happening!”

I felt the need to give birth crash over me once more, resisting it for even a second impossible. I pushed, giving my all to getting this thing out of me, and to my horror my right hand screamed in pain as the rest of my fingers melded, nails clacking to the ground, a formless lump of flesh on the end of my arm. My left foot throbbed, my ankle screaming as it felt like the bone had somehow broken, pressing at the skin from inside, threatening to tear out.

There were mere moments to catch my breath, and then I lost myself to the pain and urgency once more. I watched my mutated hand widen, flatten… my elbow starting to ache… the skin itching, burning, until… Something sprouted. Tiny little wisps pushed out of the skin, growing and unfurling into…

“Feathers!” the witch crowed in delight. “Oh my, can you put together the pieces now? You seem like the smartest of the bunch!” I shook my head, not because I couldn’t figure it out. It was all too obvious. No, I shook my head in denial of the horrifying reality. Not wanting to believe this. Not wanting this to be my inescapable fate. I felt a scream bubbling up my throat. It was so big, so much… I couldn’t hold it back, even though I felt like I had to.

The next squeezing cramp it. I threw my head back, pushed with all my might as I felt my vagina bulge, pressing into my soaking wet panties, my firstborn just behind my lips. I had to let it out. I had to let it happen. I opened my mouth to scream.

“Buh-GAWK!”

A shudder ran through my body. That sound… I had just broken some kind of seal. Given into something I had needed to fight. I had just made this inescapable, I could feel it. There was nothing I could do now, and deep down I knew it was my fault.

By leting that bestial sound free, I knew I had made it so I would live the rest of my life as a chicken.

There would be no cure now. No fixing it. No going back. Ever. It was coming out of me, taking over my body, my life, and I would be trapped forever. I let out a choked sob, feeling what I now knew, beyond any doubt, to be an egg, a chicken egg, pressing into my underwear. The first of many.

My vagina burned as I began to crown. Feathers ran down my transformed arm, pushing painfully out of the skin, my bones cracking painfully as they hollowed, began to bend and twist into new shapes. Becoming a wing. A chicken’s wing.

Terra screamed. She held her hands in front of her face, horrified. Her nails. They had grown more, overcoming her fingertips, eating back into her hands. Her fingers had seemingly begun fusing together, and I could hear the crunches and pops of her bones beaking, being crushed and absorbed by this mass.

“No…” the blonde girl panted, placing her hands on the ground. “Noooo…” she groaned, seemingly bearing down with her next contractions. “N-n-noooooo, please…” she managed, as her feet bust out of her shoes, a mangled dark mass of her former toes being warped into their new, permanent shape. “M… M… MOOOOOO!!!”

I saw the soon-to-be cow’s eyes go wide. She knew now, just as I did. That she was about to give birth to an ugly calf. That her body was about to agonizingly mutate into a cow. That she would never escape this life. The one she had mocked before, said sounded like the worst possible thing.

Likewise, grunting and squealing came from Eve. Her curly tail ripped through her pants. Her hands crunched and snapped as they turned into delicate trotters. Her voice began to change as, slowly, her nose began to curl up, nostrils widening, skull starting to elongate.

My own shoes began to bulge, and on the next contraction, they split. A blood-covered toe extended from my mangled ankle, while only three remained on the front. I couldn’t stop pushing, but to my relief, the first egg slipped out of me, bulging into my panties. I felt it slide down, over my sensitive vagina, nudging my clit as I shuddered. I’d just laid an egg. This was my baby. I felt so wrong, so violated, even as my other hand began to meld together.

Another animalistic bellow from Terra drew my attention, and with a smirk the witch twitched a finger, the poor girl’s shirt tearing away. Her breasts were exposed, and it was easy to see they were sinking lower as another pair began to bulge into existence just above her waistband. “That’s right… You’re growing an udder… and a tail… You’re going to be an ugly cow. I do so love ruining the pretty ones…” the vile farmer grinned, loving the misery she’d caused.

The new breasts fused with the old ones as they reached her groin, engorging into a grotesque pink sack, bulging with milk. “Good girls… mmm,none of you need these silly things, do you?” With a wave of her hand, the witch banished our clothing, leaving our warped, twisting bodies utterly vulnerable. “Just let the changes take you… push out your babies so you can join the others in the barn, I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you…”

I wanted to curse her. I wanted to tell her to go to hell. Instead, another shrill “BAWWWK!” escaped as I threw my head back once more, feeling, to my horror, as my girlhood began to move. It pulled back, further and further, directly between my legs, then further still. It burned, throbbed, as I felt it beginning to merge with my rear. The muscle and skin searing as the two openings became one humiliating, disgusting hole.

I could barely pay attention to the others, as my next egg slid out of me and plopped softly onto the ground, my legs starting to turn scaly and crunch their way up into my abdomen. I saw Terra’s increasingly thick, leathery vagina bulging, little hooves starting to peek out from inside her. I saw Eve’s face extend into the snout of a pig, her ears growing floppy even as mine vanished into my skull.

My eyes became small and beady as Terra’s became large and sad. My teeth itched, and I screamed in horror as they fused, a beak bulging out from the inside of my mouth as my nose fused into the rest of my face, glasses falling into the first alongside the eggs that had been sliding out of my foul, sore opening. One piglet slid from inside my porcine friend, tears running down her face as it nuzzled up to her and latched even as its unwanted sibling began to crown.

With a desperate bellow, the now fully cow felt her first calf slide unceremoniously out of her and onto the ground, head hanging low in shame as it came and suckled at her humiliating udder. The others were done as I shrank, my fleshy comb bubbling up from the feathers… I couldn’t stop, the eggs just kept coming. I couldn’t stop pushing, delivering, each one hurting just as much as the first.

This was going to be my life now. All our lives.

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changenbirthenstein · 1 year ago

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It's Time

(TF Warning: Girl into Cow)

Time was up.

The beast was coming, whether Mary wanted it to or not.

Her entire body was sore, sweat was beading on her forehead as the kindhearted teenager felt pressure building deep in the bottom of her lungs. Like a cough or a hiccup, something that her whole body cried was dangerous, had to be repressed. The soccer player’s skin was itchy, and what didn’t itch felt… strange.

Finally, Mary dared to look down at her aching, cramping hand, and bit her lip to stay silent. Her fingernails… they were dark near the tips, a heavy, thick black that, as she watched, spread down the rounded growths to the bed. Her fingers kept spasming, pulling closer to each other in harsh, cramping waves even as she tried to hold them apart.

“Ok girls, you did amazing in practice today!” the coach called over the team, only a few shooting worried glances at their friendliest, but undeniably skilled player. “Go ahead and hit the showers, and we’ll meet back here Monday for next practice!” Picking themselves up and chatting amongst themselves, most of the students began to head out, though a few noticed that the Mary didn’t come with. When they asked if she was ok, she managed to force out “I’m f-fine… just sorta w-winded still… go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

And so, Mary was left alone to face her nightmarish destiny.

There was no curse, no hex, no revenge or karma. It was a random quirk of the universe, a young girl who had an animal inside. And one day, it would come out. From the day she was born, she was doomed to face this exact moment at this exact time. No stopping it, no preventing it, no slowing it, not even any predicting it or knowing it would come. As natural for her as puberty is for any girl her age.

Slowly, gingerly, confused and afraid, Mary, the most popular girl in school, stood up in the middle of the soccer field. Her hands began to hurt more as her toes began to cramp in a horribly familiar manner within her cleats. Somehow she knew her toenails were becoming the same heavy dark substance that her fingernails had become. She took deep breaths, swallowing down the deep, strong sound that strained at her chest, threatening to come bursting out. “What’s… h-happening to m-me?” she moaned, sweat soaking into her clothes as chills ran down her spine.

They didn’t just run. They seemed to gather there, gaining strength, and the teenage girl’s knees trembled as she gasped. “Hurts… this isn’t… r-right… Please, stop…” she pleaded, bending forward slightly and wrapping her arms around herself as the pressure at the base of her spine built, an intense, unbearable energy mounting right at her tailbone. Struggling to stay calm, the doomed girl took deep breaths, her nose tingling unpleasantly. The poor thing didn’t realize that each inhale was leaving her nostrils a bit wider, nor that the burning beginning to tug at her ears was beginning to make them grow longer, the tips starting to acquire lightly colored fuzz…

The waistband of Mary’s shorts were digging into flesh that was becoming more sensitive by the moment. But as the kindhearted girl bent down slightly to tug her shirt up, see what was wrong, her body capitalized on the motion. To her mounting horror, the athletic teen felt her spine push, growing down and back, pressing out, her soft panties suddenly bulging as she felt something grow. The dark-haired student tried to stand back upright, only to find that the new state of her backbone prevented her from rising fully.

Mary wheezed, barely containing her panic as she felt the changes worsening, gaining ever more of a foothold. The animal was tired of waiting patiently. It was coming out, right now, and there was nothing this silly little girl could do to stop it. This was her fate, and she was utterly unequipped to resist it.

A rumble worked its way up the doomed student’s throat, a deep, vibrating moan escaping her as she struggled to hold… whatever it was struggling to emerge from her in. She HAD to keep it in, if it escaped… she’d be lost completely. “Please… I can’t, this is t-tooo much… it feels so bad, it’s hurting meee… someone… someone help…” her words came out as harsh pants, sweat dripping from the highschooler’s body as she shivered, trying to resist the changes forcing themselves on her body.

Her hands began to cramp harshly, and she looked at them once more. Her nails… they were getting… deeper? The beds had seemed to have begun eating back into her fingers, and down as well, the flesh burning as the increasingly heavy chunks overtook them, crushing bone in stomach-churning cracks and crunches and making nerves flare in in burning agony before suddenly going numb, leaving a terrifying coldness behind. Mary could barely move her fingers, two on each side pressing against each other, but parted in the middle as the tips became solid black. The dull blackness continued its destructive progress, and at the same time the tips of her former fingers began to meld together and shift, lowing their former delicate, dexterous shape and becoming rounded, sharp edges that came to cloven points…

“H… Hooves?” she whispered, tears leaking from her eyes as her quick, efficient, beautiful human hands were slowly, painfully replaced with ugly, clumsy, useless cloven hooves. “No, please, I don’t want hooves! Give them back, give themmmmm…” the sound began to shove up Mary’s throat, and she had to press her lips firmly shut to hold it back, letting the m become a low hum that felt a tiny bit better, but was nothing compared to the low, humiliating, bestial sound that wanted to come bellowing out.

A sharp crack sent the teenager spilling onto her hands and knees, her hips and spine being brutally forced into a new, quadrupedal alignment. The distraught teenager carefully lifted herself on her hands… no… her forelegs, as once more her spine began to push. A low, deep moan of pain emitted from the sweet, gentile girl as her fate carelessly ruined her, the tail that had sprouted earlier continuing to press into her panties, twitching and thickening as the pressure built. It was getting worse, becoming unbearable as the fabric bulged and strained. A broken sob escaped her before, suddenly, a harsh ripping sound reached her now long, pointed, furry ears, followed by a breeze on her butt and privates. And, of course, her new, full sized, tufted, black and white furred tail hanging down.

Along with that revelation, as her ruined shorts and underwear fell to the ground, something soft and heavy sagged down beneath her. Afraid to look, but unable to stop herself, Mary looked underneath herself, and once more let out a sob of disgust and shame. There was a pouch of soft, pink flesh over her pubic mound, growing up toward her belly. As she watched, two tiny nubs appeared side-by-side, which began to grow larger, longer, thicker as the subtle, sensitive skin began to inflate into a hanging pink lump.

“No… nooo please… it’s… not my-!” The powerless highschooler watches as the gentile bulges of her b-cup breasts shift under her shirt, a tugging, vicious soreness in her chest, as the mounds begin to press together and slide down her body. As they pass out of her shirt, Mary can see they’ve already become pink, veiny, soft, the nipples starting to square, elongating. They reach the rest of the sack, and with a searing heat, fuse with it. There’s no denying what it is. It could only be one thing.

An udder.

Mary was turning into a cow. A fat, dumb, ugly bovine, common and simple. Nothing at all like the generous, energetic, clever girl that she had been since she was born. She didn’t want this to happen, wanted to stay a human girl, to grow up and fall in love and have a career and beautiful children.

But that was impossible. Had always been impossible. The crude, stubborn, smelly farm animal that had been trapped within her being was forcing its way out, twisting and warping the terrified schoolgirl to its perfect shape, eher life as a popular human girl coming to a cruel, sudden close, and there was nothing that ever could have stopped it from beginning and ending right here, right now.

“Nooooo… stoooop… I can’t do this, please, let me goooo!” Every low vowel dragged out in a deep, bestial moan as the transforming teenager struggled fruitlessly against the brutal waves of changes washing through her. Fabric strained, bulged, and suddenly split apart as hind hooves gently ripped free from the athletic cleats, the girl’s growing arms and crunching, snapping, twisting hind legs evening out, leaving her on her four legs, trembling in the grass as she wheezed and groaned, struggling to contain the cries of the increasingly triumphant bovine as it forced its way through its victims form.

A prickling heat began to wash over her body, her arms, legs, and back beginning to grow coarse black-and-white spotted fur. She panted, sobbed as it spread across her entire body, even her face being consumed by the coat. Then, the traumatized highschooler shook her head in fervent, desperate denial as a deep, warm tingle began between her legs. “No… not that, not that, That’s my… my… PLEASE DON’T!” It was a small mercy that the normally modest girl couldn’t see what was happening to her feminine slit. The lips, trembling, twitching as heat, arousal, and wetness coursed through her corrupted girlhood. The flesh began to plump, darkening, thickening, becoming touch, rough, rubbery. Mary groaned in shame and humiliation as her need surged, her lightly glistening sex stretching back as the position of her anus shifted as well, straining and moving as the light wetness worsened to a drooling bovine gash with the single, simple purpose of being bread.

The formerly slim athlete began to rapidly gain weight as her hindquarters crunched and stretched into their new animalistic form, her chest barreling out as the heavy, sagging udder jiggled underneath her almost-fully changed body. Her organs twisted and ached, womb losing its ability to take human seed, becoming exclusively for producing other common, dumb farm creatures and squirting them out of her oozing, rubbery cunt.

There was one last thing. “Hoooo…. Hoooooooo the pressure… Hooooahhhhhhh… it hurts, it huuuurts…” Mary felt her face tingling, two painfully sharp points on her forehead, flesh bulging, straining, until bloodied horns punched through. The wounds healed quickly as they kept growing, and the doomed teen’s nostrils flared, bulged, her eyes going impossibly wide as she fought with everything she had… “I’m not… A cow… I’m not a c-cow… I’m not a coooowwwww… I’mmmmmooooooo…. I’mmmooooo… Mooooo!”

Mary didn’t need to talk anymore. Good little cows don’t use people words. Just a bit more, and it would all be over.

The low, rumbling bellows forced their way up from Mary’s lungs and out into the world, loud and humiliating as her tingling face exploded into aching pins and needles, the bone starting to crunch and snap as the shape of her skull changed. Her sweet face was twisted into a blunt, simple cow’s muzzle.

And, just like that… it was done. The heat faded, the wheezing gone. Where once a hopeful, popular, friendly human teenager stood was now just a misplaced barnyard animal. She was mooing desperately, her eyes an unusual color for a creature of her species, seeming surprisingly aware. But the cow had utterly dominated the human, leaving her nothing more than a helpless prisoner in a strange body.

Mary would be missed by everyone she’d met, a mystery that would never be solved. Meanwhile, this bovine nuisance was sold to a farm and used like any other fertile livestock. Once such a becon of hope, Mary the Cow experienced one humiliation after another. Being painfully bred by a bull against her will. Discovering she was pregnant from that shameful violation. Being milked as she bellowed and squirmed, udder sore and swollen. Feeling her first calf sliding down her body and into the world instead of the perfect human child she’d always wanted.

Those activities would make up the rest of Mary’s days. A simple, pathetic, ugly life for a simple, pathetic, ugly animal.

#tf #transformation #girl to cow

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