The land of Bovisa, where anthro bovines roam consisting of bulls and cows. Their features have horned bovine heads attached to mostly humanoid bodies with five fingered hands and five toed feet: no hooves. Genitals are also identical in human likeness as well with sheath less males and females with boobs that they refer to as ‘udders’ from time to time, no actual udders. Additionally, fur color can be varied from the usual browns, whites, tans, and black to blue, purple and others. The world itself is more of a medieval fantasy one where magic exists yet they wear no clothes, basically a worldwide nudist colony. Though there are apparel that can be worn for working like aprons and enchanted items that can boost stats such as cloaks, rings, necklaces, belt of potions, collars/cowbells and the like.  
Meet Bryse Bulwick, a 6.5 ft jet-black bull in his late 20s with a body builder physique, ivory horns that curved upward, dark blue eyes, and a muzzle that ends with a pinkish snout. Best described as a bullheaded jock that is proud of his muscles and strength as well as his ten-inch black cock with pink mushroom head tip, and a bit of a womanizer too. He wields a double axe and member of the Cattle Crusaders guild whose headquarters is also a pub and brothel and has a bulletin of all available quests/jobs far and wide. He tends to jump headfirst into quests to get stronger and to get the most gold and best loot, thinking that it’ll attract potential mates in the near future and to further his goal of being top guild member. 

A high noon sun peeked through the forest canopy of firs and elms with bushes nestled between them as birds sang from their branches. The tranquility of the woods was soon to be disrupted, however.
“TIMBER!”
*CRASH!
A falling elm shook the forest landscape, causing nearby birds and critters to scatter away into the air and along the floor. The source of this circumstance came from a tall muscular jet-black bull with pinkish muzzle/snout in the nude with a long flaccid pink mushroomed black dick, wearing nothing but a leather diagonal strap across his chest that holds the steel great double axe he was currently wielding and a belt around his waist that had a canteen of water. He was accompanied by another bull of equal 6.5 ft height, build and stature but with white fur with brown spots or splotches around his body with brown hair on top with a buzzcut do. He too wielded a silver great axe with strap and a belt with canteen. 
The two bulls shaved the tree of its branches and bark before cutting it into small parts to put on the wooden wagon with the others. The two took a break as they leaned onto the wagon, wiping the sweat from their brows, and drinking from their canteens.
“So how many more trees, Bryse?” the white and brown bull asked.
“Just around ten more and we’ll be finished with the quest, Buford.” The black bull responded. 
“*Sigh… wasn’t there any quick and easy ones that you have done without having to drag me along?” Buford complained.
“Hey, the reward for the quest was extremely high at the time. And I need the money for more potions to stock on and weapon enhancements for the next dungeon raid.”
“What? When we just had one last week?” Buford retorted.
“Yeah, but this time around I’ll be ready to get most and valuable loot than some crummy cheap trinkets and junk weapons.” Bryse replied. “And to be the first to beat the monster at the end for the ultimate treasure for sure.”
Buford just shook his head at his friend’s stubborn pride and eventually they went back to work. The duo went across a sea of stumps towards the tree line and continued to cut down trees. During their fifth tree, however, as Bryse swung his axe and hit the tree with a loud resounding thwack, a clang sound was heard from up above. Their attention went upward to see a silver cowbell with a pink leather strap, hanging on one of the lower branches. Curiously, Bryse climbed a bit of the tree, reached up and managed to pluck the cowbell from the branch it hung from.
“Hey, wonder which milky maiden this belongs too?” he said somewhat jokingly, examining it in his hand. 
“Don’t know. Probably didn’t want it and or lost it for some reason.”
“Looks like it’s still in good condition. Think I could sell it?”
“Probably, but doubt you’ll get much out of it.”
“Well, coin is coin, as I always say. Be a nice bonus with the quest money.” He said, still examining it. 
Though the longer he stared at it with its silver glistening in the sunlight, the more enticing it was to wear it. As if an invisible force was drawing him.
‘Wouldn’t hurt to wear it just once, I guess...’ He thought to himself.
His body seemed to be on autopilot as he slowly lifted the cowbell over his head and let it dangle around his neck.
“Hey, are we gonna chop this wood or what?” his buddy Buford said with his axe hoisted over his shoulder. 
“Huh…? Oh!” 
*Clang!
His attention snapped back from his fixation on the cowbell, turning his head toward his friend quickly which also caused the bell to ring resoundingly. But unlike before, the ringing was still buzzing in Bryse’s ears as tingly warm sensation coursed throughout his body. Soon, it rose to a fever pitch as it intensified into blistering heat as his body began to sweat and pant profusely. Buford dropped his axe as he notices his friend’s plight.
“Hey, Bryse, you okay?” he said concerningly.
“I don’t know….I- ARGH!” Bryse groaned as the heat within intensified, forcing him to the ground on all fours.
And then the changes began.
The bull’s muscles began deflating, losing their tone and definition, and becoming thinner along with losing a foot in height in the process as his belt and strap slid off his frame. Looking down he can see his arms becoming skinny with dainty hands and thinly fingers. 
“GAH!” he yelped as he felt his feet cramp up, forcing him onto his rear to see changes below the belt.
His feet shrunk about a shoesize with delicate toes. His legs took a womanlier and slender form with toned calves and thick thighs. 
He grunted as his pelvis region morphed with wider hips, thinner waist, and bloated butt, giving an hourglass or pear-like appearance. His tail became longer and feminine in looks too.
His dick went hard, stiffened into its ten-inch erect state. However, it soon began to shrink inch by inch until it disappeared into his body along with his balls. He let out a somewhat feminine moaning moo as they were replaced with a dripping plump pussy.
Again, he moaned as he felt pressure in his chest as a pair of FF size tits grew capped with fat puffy pink nipples. 
He grunted as his head became rounder, taking on a feminine shape. His muzzle/snout became narrower and smaller. His horns shrunk until they were nearly a foot length and from his scalp, long wavy flowing dark brown hair grew until it reached the base of his tail.
The beefy bull was now a curvaceous cow.
It wasn’t long before Bryse fainted from the transformation and shock of it all, hearing Burford call her name before passing out.

“Mmm….hmm….uh….huh?” 

Bryse slowly came to as her eyes flittered open to a scene familiar to her. She was in a room with ebony wooden walls containing a shelf on the right that held plenty of potions for healing and other properties and some books or tomes about weapon training and other relatable things. On the left, there lied her axe along the wall and hooks where the weapon strap and belt hung as well as a full body mirror with a golden frame. The doorway into the main room was just opposite of her XL king size bed which felt much roomier in her new form. Next to the bed was a window displaying a moonlit starry with a nightstand that had a lit candle on top. 
Was she out for that long? But next to the candle was the cowbell. This snapped her back to reality of things that it was not a dream. She tossed the red covers off and looked down to see two large mounds obscuring the rest of her curvy feminine body. 
“Holy Taurus…” she uttered in shock, catching her throat at how higher pitched it was. 
She hopped out of bed, slightly off balance due to her new chest weight, and stood in front of the full body mirror. Her mouth went agape as she saw her full feminine figure. She hated to admit it, but she was a beauty of a bovine. Her hands traveled down her body, shuddering at the sensitivity of her tits. 
“Moooo~oooh….” she moaned and mooed as her fingers dove deep into her cow chasm as juices coated them. 
She shook her head, regaining some self-control. Her eyes then gazed towards her axe. She gripped the hilt and tried to lift it, resulting that it barely budged an inch. A forlorn look formed on her face as all those years of strength training vanished into thin air just like that. Doubt she could even wield simple single handed short sword. But how did her stuff get back- oh Buford! She almost forgot. Was he still around? 
She opened the door to the larger area of the house containing the den/kitchen. Across from her room was the entry door where Buford’s axe laid. To her left along the wall was the stone fireplace used for heating and cooking as a black pot was bubbling with a vegetable broth. In front of that was a square wooden table with a couple of chairs with a breadbasket on top with a couple bowls and silverware. Beyond that was the kitchen with a counter with many bowls and baskets of vegetables strewn on top with some pots, pans and cooking utensils hanging on the wall above. A basin of water was next to the counter for washing dishes. Buford was its occupant, cutting up more carrots and celery for the stew.  
 However, she paused as she looked at his wide beefy broad backside and blushed. When did he looked so…handsome? What would she give to be held into those strong looking arms… She shook her head of such thoughts as feminine hormones seemed have taken hold for a moment. 
“B-Buford…?” she spoke up as she approached him.
“Oh, you’re awake. Are…are you feeling okay, Bryse?” he said nervously as he put the veggies into the cooking pot. 
“Ye-yeah…” she replied but paused again when he turned to face her. 
She got an eyeful of his front side, blushing again and feeling slightly wet as his big pecs, washboard abs and his large flaccid cock was in full view. Even Buford was blushing at the sight Bryse’s new milkers and snatch as his dick rose half-mast. 
“Um…dinner is ready about now. You must be hungry after what happened.”
“Yeah…ok. Thanks.” Was all she could get out.
The two sat mostly in silence as they ate their meal, awkward tension hung in the air. 
“How do you feel? As a female?” Buford asked.
“Strange…a bit top heavy and…empty down there.” She replied, not mentioning how she played with herself.
“Well, we’ll find a way to get you back to normal in the morning. The mages that run the potion shop might have a clue if we bring the cowbell.” He then got up and placed his empty bowl in the basin.
“I’ll come back in the morning, okay?” he said about grab his axe and head out the door, but Bryse went over and stopped him. For some reason, a part of her wanted him to stay a little longer. She then went in front of him, leaned onto and placed her head onto his chest, inhaling his scent. She started to feel warm and wet again, making her want him more as male attraction grew. 
“W-wait! Can you…can you stay with me tonight?”
Buford taken aback by her actions and even unconsciously held her hips that made them blush. His beef stick was now in its full eleven-inch state. They were lost in each other’s eyes in a moment of silence.
“But…why?” he finally asked.
“Well, I just…don’t want to be alone…just for tonight. Please?” she pleaded with pretty eyes glistening.
“A-are you sure?” Buford stuttered.
“Y-yeah.” 
“Well, if you insist…” he said, giving into her proposal. “But where am I going to sleep?”
“With me! I mean, we can share the bed.” She offered, blushing a bit at what she said aloud. Buford hated to admit that it was cute.
“Well then, shall we?” he said, earning a simple nod from Bryse. 
 The two headed back into her room where they lied down into her bed that managed to fit the two of them well with Buford on the left and Bryse on the right, face to face holding each other in their arms. Again, they gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling, and not paying much attention to the soft pinkish glow that the cowbell was emitting. She nuzzled his neck for a while before licking it, traveling upwards until she locked lips with him. They kissed passionately, Frenching even as their tongues twisted in a tango. But it wasn’t just their mouths connecting as their genitals brushed up against each other’s with his dick rubbed against her dripping pussy. She broke the kiss for a moment.
“Buford, I…I want…I need you inside me.” Bryse stated.
“You…sure?” 
“Yes… please. I want… to feel you more.” She pleaded as she begin wrapping her legs around him. “My body wants it sooo~ bad.”
“Okay…brace yourself.” He said as got on top of her and aligned his cock tip with her folds, teasing a bit before thrusting it in, giving her a taste of shaft for the first time.
“Aaaaah! Mooo~oooh…” she moaned as he pumped in and out of her in rhythmic fashion, still holding onto him with her legs to keep stable.
In between the moans and thrusts, they began kissing again while he played with her tits, groping, squeezing, even licking. Her body shuddered at the sensations. 
“Oooh…Ah! Holy…haah… Taurus…! Moo~ooh…Fa-faster! Please!” she pleaded.
“Ungh!…O-okay…Aaah!” he complied, quickening his pace, pounding her faster as his bull member went to work against her inner walls. Their moans and pants grew louder as a result.
Climax was soon approaching as their genitals throbbed rapidly in unison. 
“Ooooh…Bu~hah…ford…I-…Aaah! I’m CUM~MING!” she cried as she soaked his shaft with sex nectar with toes splayed out.
“Ah! Moo~ngh! Oooh….ME~Haah!…TOO!” he yelled out as he let loose a torrent of bull baby batter into the her womb, overflowing to the point as semen leaked out of her entry. 
He then exited her with a squelch. In the afterglow of sex, they kissed passionately once more before falling asleep in each other’s arms. 
Morning sunlight poured into the room, slowly waking up the bovines in bed.
“*Yaaawn….Morning, Buford.”
“Mmm…morning…. So, after we eat, do you want to go into town and see if we can change you back?” he asked, wondering if she wanted to change back.
“You know what? Maybe being female isn’t so bad. I think I might stay this way. You don’t have any objections to that do you?” she said.
“Heh, not even one. I think it suits you better, Bryse.” He replied, somewhat relieved at her answer.
“Hmm…call me Bryselle from now on. A better fitting name for this body.”
“Agreed. Sounds better….Love you, Bryselle.”
“Love you too, Buford.”
They said before kissing once again.

THE END