Udder Stupidity
By TheNomeKing for -Stripes-

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A walkway led two men through the thick American woodland, fabricated by the many footsteps of those who’d come before, winding between the tall trees and fallen branches of the bustling forest. A warm wind brushed down the footpath made by man, yet nature still attempted to reclaim the path, as the bushes and plants grew around the confines of the desire line. Carson strolled down the pathway beside Brendon, as they both enjoyed the sights and sounds of the woodland. It served as an escape from months of constant toil and discord at the hands of their jobs, and having a time off to relax was something they’d both been looking forward too. Carson’s dirty trainers scraped against the ground and kicked up dust as he walked alongside his partner, and peered through the trees to his right. The wind brushed his khaki coloured cargo shorts and blue t-shirt rather gently, as he observed the large field which lay beyond an old rickety fence. Brendon reached a hand down and slid his fingers between Carson’s digits, holding his hand in order to catch his attention.

“Sure you don’t want to borrow my jacket? It’s getting cold man” Brendon asked, which prompted a smirk from Carson as he turned to look back through his thin rimmed glasses.

“Oh stop, you keep asking me if I’m cold, and I keep telling you that I’m absolutely fine” Carson remarked with a chuckle as he reached his free hand up to part the fringe of his short brown hair, which appeared quite neat despite being out in the elements. “Besides it’s not that cold, I don’t know why you bothered to bring that old jacket, you didn’t even zip up!” He remarked as he looked down at Brendon’s heavy black leather jacket, with his red shirt peeking from beneath the unsecured zipper.

“Oh hush, I like this old thing” Brendon replied with a smile as he tightened his grip around Carson’s hand, before correcting the position of his glasses as he felt them slide down his nose. Carson smirked and turned his attention back to the road ahead, and saw that the path they walked upon had begun to veer towards the right, meeting with the fence that separated the woodland and fields. A large wooden gate separated the pathway and field, which all manner of vines and weeds growing between the mossy wooden planks. Carson looked past the gate and saw the bushes that separated the grassland into separate fields. He glimpsed the tall familiar trees in the distance, and heard the faint sound of a car driving down a road. Suddenly he realized that the field they stood before; cut straight through the public footpath through the forest, and back to the car park. Caron smiled and let go of Brendon’s hand, and quickly darted over to the fence, and rested his hands upon the old mossy wood. He grinned and turned to his partner, before pointing across the field. “Hey dude look, this field cuts right through to the car park” Carson remarked with and smile, as he turned towards Brendon to see the rather concerned look his partner displayed.

“Umm, you sure?” Brendon replied as he scratched the back of his head nervously, and ruffled his short slicked back brown hair nervously “We shouldn’t really cut through somebody else’s land, I’d rather not get into any trouble with the local folks, they might be some crazy hillbillies or something!” He remarked before slowly walking over to the gate, and noticed a rusted metal sign that’d been bolted to the gatepost, which had been partially concealed with ivy.

“Oh I’m sure it’ll be fine. It means you don’t have to walk all the way back through the footpath” Carson sniggered before putting his right foot on the gatepost, and prepared to climb over into the field. He actually wanted to see what was beyond the bush line that separated the grasslands into individual fields. The fact he was actually cold, and had lied to stop his partner from worrying, was purely a secondary bonus to taking the detour.

“Look!” Brendon snapped to stop Carson from jumping the fence, and pointed to the rusted metal sign, before parting the leaves and revealing the warning. In raised, but faded painted words upon the sign, are the words…

PRIVATE PROPERTY – BEWARE OF CATTLE
TRESPASSERS WILL BE PUNISHED

“Well, so? I don’t see any cows, do you?” Carson said with a devious smirk, as he tried to hop over the fence again, but felt a tug on his blue shirt as Brendon grabbed onto the clothing, and replied “Dude stop! W…what if we get caught?!”

“Oh cummon, the sign’s rusted, the fence looks like it’s totally destroyed. Nobody’s gonna care.” Carson replied with a chuckle, and tried to make his partner feel a bit more at ease. Silence overtook Brendon as he began to worry if there might be cows in the next field over, but was also tempted by the prospect of skipping another hour of walking. “Heh, where’s your sense of adventure!” Carson said with a smile, and stared at Brendon with a boyish grin.

“I hate it when you do that” Brendon muttered as looked into Carson’s big blue eyes, and knew he’d not be able to resist his tempting gaze. He approached the gate and raised a foot up onto the wooden plank, and began to climb over alongside Carson. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you!” Brendon said with a grin on his face as they both turned over and prepared to jump onto the mossy earth below.

“Oh we’ll be fine!” Carson said before jumping down alongside Brendon onto the dirt below, until they realized that it wasn’t just soil that they’d landed upon. An almighty splash of muddy brown water erupted around their feet, as they’d landed in what appeared to be a small dirty puddle covered with moss, dirt and grass clippings. The filthy mixture of water, mud and rotting plant matter sprayed up Carson’s exposed pale legs, and all over Brendon’s clean blue jeans, red shirt and his black leather jacket.

“FUCK!” Carson exclaimed as he quickly jumped out the puddle with Brendon, and shook his hands dry of the dirty water. 

“I’m fucking soaked dude!” Brendon shouted, shaking off his arms and rubbing down his jacket and shirt to try and dry himself off. Carson looked down and saw the stains all over Brendon’s jeans, and noticed a large patch of water had splashed his crotch. All of a sudden Carson broke into laughter and pointed towards the stain. A second passed before Brendon started to smirk, sharply exhaled air through his nostrils, and tried his very best not to laugh.

“Oh ha ha, mister. You’re soaked too though!” Brendon chuckled as they both began to walk across the field and away from the wooden gatepost they’d just hopped over. The trip across the grassy pasture took no more than a few minutes, and the field seemed to be totally devoid of animal life. However, Carson did notice hoof prints in the soil, and began to worry about the next field, and if Brendon was right to be concerned. They finally reached the hedgerow on the other side of the field, and it didn’t take long to find a set of wooden steps that led to the next area of grassland. Thankfully there wasn’t a concealed puddle of water on the other side, and both Carson and Brendon climbed over. Suddenly, they both froze as they turned the corner. The field was littered with large black and white cows, whose attention they’d just acquired by intruding into their previously undisturbed grassy field. 

“Errrr...maybe we should go back?” Brendon said as he began to back away towards the wooden steps, and felt quite unnerved by the many large brown eyes that stared at them both. He could hear the snorting and huffs of air leaving a nearby cow’s nostrils, and could the wiggling tails and flapping ears as they stared at the two humans with curiosity. 

“M...maybe we should” Carson replied as he began to back off, but stopped as he saw that there was a clear path in the field between the cows. He could see the exit at the end, a large sturdy metal gate that led to the next field over. He realized that he’d just need to hop into the next empty field, and they’d be right next to the car park.

“Then again, it’s a clear path through dude. As long as we’re careful.” Carson said as he stepped forwards, and saw that the cows nearest to him appeared to back off as a result. “Look, they’re harmless. Big scaredy cats” He chuckled as he gestured towards the gate and began to slowly walk through the center of the field. Brendon swallowed rather sharply and carefully followed Carson, his eyes and ears remaining alert at all times, as he wasn’t sure what to do if the cows didn’t take kindly to their presence. They both slowly began stroll between the cows, and noticed that although they were curious, they kept their distance from the two intruding humans. “See they’re fine, I don’t know what you’re worrying abo…”Carson smiled and turned to Brendon, only to stop mid-sentence as he saw the cows they’d previously passed, had begun to cluster up behind them, and were following rather closely. 

“Wh...what?” Brendon stammered with a worried tone of voice, before turning around to see several large cows slowly padding towards him, their noses raised up in the air as they tried to catch a whiff of their scent.

“Oh...shit. Okay Okay. d...don’t panic” Carson said as he grabbed Brendon’s hand, before turning back to see that the cows in front of him had blocked their escape to the car park, and had begun to close in. In mere moments the cows had surrounded them, blocked off their means of leaving, and had started to point their large wet noses towards the two intruders.

“Ok, just stay still, don’t make any sudden moves. We don’t wanna cause em’ to panic” Carson whispered as he kept a tight hold of Brendon’s hand, and watched with both fascination and fear, as a rather large black and white cow began to get closer and closer. Brendon watched as a large white cow moved towards him, all the while huffing loudly through its nostrils and wiggling its ears. Both men stood in the center of the circle the cows had made, unable to do anything but wait until the cow’s need for food outweighed their curiosity. Carson gently reached out his hand towards the rather inquisitive black and white spotted heifer, and chuckled as she approached him without much hesitation. The cold wet nose pressed against his fingertips, followed by the rough sensation of her tongue darting out as it lapped against the underside of his hand.

“Heh...tickles” Caron sniggered as the blotchy female bovine began to get closer, seemingly unafraid of the two curious humans that’d wandered in her field.

“What are you doing dude?” Brendon exclaimed in a rather frustrated whisper as he turned his head to see Carson indulging the cow, and reaching another hand out to pet its big heavy head. “She’s just curious, I think we'll be fine, they just want to say hello.” Carson chuckled as the cow moved closer, and began to nuzzle his belly with the large moist snout, which left a large damp patch on his shirt. “I hope so, I’m not very comfortable being this close to cows” Brendon said as the large white heifer got even closer, and arched her neck down to sniff his dirty trainers and jeans. Carson felt a gentle nudge from the cow in front, as she pushed him back against Brendon, while the large white cow did the very same thing to Brendon. They’d pinned the two humans back to back, and they could do naught but watch, as the other cows began to move closer. Carson’s hands stroked the large spotted cow’s head as she sniffed his slightly damp and muddy blue shirt, before her nostrils began to move down towards his groin.

“No no! Bad cow, not there…” Caron said carefully, as he tried to push the cow’s head away from his lower region, before he let out a yelp, after feeling something tugging on his ear. “AHh! What the hell?” He yelped, turning around after feeling a sharp tug on his right earlobe, and saw the huge nostrils of another cow that’d just used her wet lips to nip his ear. Brendon’s tried to turn back in an attempt to see what was going on, but instead felt the cow that’d been inspecting his jeans, move up to his crotch too.

“Hey! Not there you stupid cow!” Brendon exclaimed, as he tried to push the cow’s head away, but found that her heavy head and powerful neck, were too much weight to shift. 

Carson shuddered as the cow that’d just tugged his ear, shot her tongue out and lapped at his face. The rough texture brazed across his cheek as the heifer gave him a rather wet kiss, and the scent of grass filled Carson’s nostrils. He barely had time to gag before the same black and white cow nuzzled his crotch again, and this time used her lips and teeth to tug at his cargo shorts. He tried pushing her away in protest, before another cow from the left began to sniff and lick as his legs. Meanwhile, Brendon tried to push away at the large white cow’s head as she sniffed and nosed his crotch, while two more cows from the left and right began to nuzzle his arms and neck.

“C...carson! What do we do!?” Brendon exclaimed loudly, now certain that these cows wouldn’t get spooked, since they seemed very much unpersuaded by their protest.

“I d..dunno! I can’t stop them, they’re licking all over!” Carson replied as he tried to prevent the cow on his right from tugging at his ear again, before feeling the same tugging at his pants as the black and white spotted heifer, took another bite at his cargo shorts. Brendon winced at the feeling of the wet nose and hot breath against his jeans, which had begun to feel quite restricted. In fact, it felt as if they’d been slowly shrinking, and the delicate meat and two veg between his legs had begun to feel rather uncomfortable.

“Uhhh...Brendon! Are you tugging on my shorts or something?” Carson exclaimed after feeling his legs press up hard against the inner part of his cargo shorts. The same shorts which had felt baggy and loose mere moments before, but like Brendon; they’d begun to feel as if they were shrinking. “N...no!? I thought you were pulling mine!” Brendon replied with confusion, as he too had been feeling the apparent sensation of shrinking within his jeans. A grunt left Brendon’s throat throat as he tried to remove the loud snuffling cow’s muzzle from between his bulging groin, but couldn’t seem to do anything but squirm. His cheeks blushed red as he couldn’t help the mechanical action of his groin, and felt a rather confusing wave of heat flush through his groin at the sensation of this moist bovine nose.

The tightness began to get stronger and more uncomfortable, until it’d begun to strain against the button that held Carson’s shorts in place. However, after maneuvering his weight, Carson managed to slightly shift the large heifer’s nose away from his crotch and lower torso long enough, to see something rather strange bulging against his shirt and cargo shorts. His eyes opened wide in shock at the sight, as it looked like his crotch had begun to swell up like a balloon, as the large swollen mass began to stretch out against the fabric of his khaki shorts.

“Wh….what the fuck!” Carson exclaimed loudly in confusion and fear as he reached down and pressed his hands against the lump, and could feel his fingers touching the surface. It felt like something was inflating beneath his skin and causing it to balloon outwards, producing the sensation of bloated stretching. A loud bovine low left the heifer’s nose, the same cow that’d been sniffing and nuzzling Carson. All of a sudden, the button that held his cargo shorts together, popped off. The button pinged off and bounced off one of the cow’s heads, before landing in the mud. A soft pink fleshy mound burst free from his sundered attire, and sagged down over the zipper. Carson felt a sense of shock and fear grip him at the sight of this large pink mound of flesh, his face expressing a dumbfounded look of utter confusion. His shorts unzipped all the way down as the mound pressed against the seams of his shorts, but his ass still remained tightly pressed against it the back of his garments. It felt as if he’d grown two sizes too large for his own clothing, or that his shorts were actually becoming smaller. Carson looked down at the round, fleshy pink mound of fuzzy skin, which seemed to have tiny white hairs gently poking from the surface. The growth itself seemed completely smooth, apart from what appeared to be small veins, and four distinct little lumps placed near the tip. He was in total shock, and he wanted to scream or shout for help, but felt his breath strangled away by pure bewilderment. Another loud “Moooo!” was heard from another nearby cow, and the spotted black and white heifer resumed her nuzzling and sniffing, however she seemed more interested in Carson’s newly swelling pink growth than anything else.

“No! Ss...stop!” Carson cried out as he pressed against the cow’s head again as he began to feel her cold damp nose pressing against the rather sensitive swelling growth that sagged out of his broken shorts, seemingly wobbling and expanding with newly developing mass. “S...stop i...it” Carson whimpered as the large fat heifer started to nuzzle and nibble on one of the four protrusions that were jutting out from the end of this strange fuzzy pink mound. Like a boil or blister, he could still feel through the skin that’d been swollen, yet it felt more sensitive and supple than a cyst or growth. Instead it felt rather relaxing, soothing and somewhat sensual, to have the hot wet bovine lips lapping against those highly sensitive extensions of his growth, which only seemed to be getting longer with every lick and tug from the black and white cow.

“C...Carson?! What...what’s g..going on?!” Brendon exclaimed loudly as he turned his head towards his partner, to see an expression of confused enjoyment on his face. His gaze diverted downwards to see the large mound, and the pink protrusion within the cow’s lips. Four small little growths began to expand forwards, gaining length, width and sensitivity. Carson shuddered as the heifer took her entire mouth around one of the more developed growths and applied some gentle suction against it. A wave of bliss shook through Carson’s unprepared body at this oddly pleasant sensation, while he helplessly pressed against the cow’s head in his pathetic attempts at resistance. 

“Oh god dude! What the fuck’s going on!?” Brendon exclaimed as his gaze remained fixated on the horrifyingly familiar looking growth that was growing larger and heavier with every passing moment. “I...caaaan’t s…stop it!” Carson groaned back as he leaned against Brendon’s back, as he was quite unable to resist the waves of pleasure that shot through his new swelling growth, which caused his member to stiffen rather rapidly, before feeling it press up against his heavy sagging growth. Carson could feel something moving through these pink fleshy extensions, and it almost felt like hot fluid was rushing from within this growth. Brendon couldn’t deny that Carson’s strange growth looked horribly similar to an udder, but he didn’t believe what he was seeing, he couldn’t! His attention as torn away but the sensation of a wet bovine nose against his crotch, and once more, it felt as if his trousers were pushing down even harder upon his stiffening genitals. He turned his head back and pushed the white furry head again, before gasping loudly at the strange sensation of tugging within his lower regions.

“G...go away cow! Stop it, I said nnnn….NnggghhH!” Brendon exclaimed in a rather annoyed tone, before he felt a sudden rush of orgasmic bliss shoot through his body, which stole his voice away for a moment. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment as he gasped, in shock as the large black heifer used her lips and teeth to tug at his jeans. Brendon pushed against the cow’s head with whatever might he could muster, but the stitching that held the button was already under stress, and broke away, causing his pants to split open. His zipper shot down, and his white undies beneath were exposed. The heifer immediately pushed her mouth and tugged on his underwear, gripping tightly and tearing the fabric with ease. Brendon’s anus clenched tight at the shock that she could have bitten his cock off. But then realized something rather horrifying. In shock and fear he tried desperately to push to cow’s nose away, his terrified expression representing his panic perfectly. Finally, he managed to shift the large furry black cow’s nose away just enough, to see his once proud cock; shrinking before his very eyes.

“Oh god! Oh god….CARSON!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!” Brendon screamed in a panicked tone while he reached down and tried to cover his deteriorating genitals. His efforts to shield his once well-endowed manhood proved fruitless, as the cow’s wet nose; rough tongue and hot lips got there first. The abrasive surface of the fleshy bovine tongue slipped up beneath his balls, and against the shrinking head of his cock. A terrifyingly strong shiver of pleasure shot through Brendon, as he leaned back against Carson and let out a strong, loud moan.

“OHHHhhhhh! Fffuck!” He groaned deeply as his unintended arousal, forced blood into his rapidly diminishing manhood. He could feel it swelling for a moment before it continued to shrink and dwindle away, as if his erection no longer made a difference to the size of his manhood. His growing hips and legs forced his split jeans and underpants further down his legs, until his buttocks and crotch were fully exposed to the cold midday air.

“H...help m...me!” Carson moaned as the pressure he placed against the cow’s head began to wane, and his resistance slowly dissipated. His body shook with strange new pleasure as he looked down, to see the large black and white heifer suckling upon what appeared to be one of four long teats. The mound of flesh had just been growing larger, heavier and fatter with every passing moment, until there was no doubt in Carson’s mind what he now possessed, and what the cow was doing.

The same thing hung beneath the legs of every animal that surrounded them, they were udders, the very same thing that grew from his lower torso that functioned to feed calves. Carson whimpered as the cow slipped her lips off his teat, and licked some dripping white fluid from her lips, snorting happily as she stared directly into the terrified human’s eyes. Carson looked back into the huge brown orbs, then down towards his sagging udder, and shivered at the sight of his four long teats jutting out from the slightly furry growth. He gasped in arousal at the feeling of his fully erect cock pressing up hard against his newly formed udder, and he groaned at the sensation of blood inside his length. He could feel the throbbing against his furry pink udder, the aching desire to release the milk from within, and the need to touch his growing bovine mammaries. 

With his trembling hands, he reached down and grasped the closest teat he could, and squeezed gently. A sudden jolt of bliss shot through his body, and felt almost the same whenever he felt another’s touch upon his member, but it was more relaxing and soothing. He heard a loud “Sqqquirt” sound, and watched short squirt of milk spurt from the teat and land in the mud. The sensation alone felt pleasing, and Carson felt a certain aching urge behind his new udder. He tried to resist the urge to squeeze again, but the aching behind his udder felt too strong, and for a moment he felt release with every tug of his teat. He blushed and groaned as he started to milk his new sagging udder, shuddering with pleasure every time the hot fluid squirted from his teat.

“I...c..can’t stop myself! W...what do we do!?” Carson whimpered as he moved his other hand down, and realized he had four long teats to play with, each as sensitive and supple as the last. He waited for a response from Brendon, hoping his partner might have an answer for him; that he might have a plan, or an explanation. But all that came in response was stutters of pleasure and confusion.

“I don’t knooow! I can’t...th...think straight” Brendon stammered loudly as he tried in vain to shield his shrinking member. Like Carson, his resistance had started to wane with every lick of the cow’s tongue, and he’d even begun to enjoy how it felt. His erect shaft had shrunk so much, it barely reached an inch, but had become nearly twice as sensitive. Carson felt Brendon shuddering, and suddenly letting out a scream of pleasure, that seemed to be easily mistaken for a cry of pain. Brendon’s body tensed up in shocking alien ecstasy as the rough bovine tongue lapped beneath his shrinking member, and slipped up against something warm, and equally as wet. Paralyzing bliss shot into his loins, and a wave of orgasmic bliss accompanied the feeling of something moving between his legs. He shuddered as he felt something warm and wet wrap around his testicles. At first he thought it was the cow’s invasive tongue, before he saw the large white heifer slowly back away. Brendon’s quivering hands moved away as he felt confused at the cow’s actions, before his thoughts were drawn back to the waves of pleasure that pounded his loins.


“B..brendon?” Carson said as he heard his partner gasping, before grunting deeply. Brendon couldn’t do anything but shiver as he felt both testicles being dragged through something tight and wet, before all the sensation in his gonads began to vanish into the overall warmth of his loins. His voice was strangled away as he gagged on his own breath, his body shaking as he felt his testicles pulling upwards. Warmth spread into his innards as two points of burning heat seared within his insides. The heat died down, and the sensation of something sensitive and wet between his legs, drew his attention southward. He reached a trembling hand down towards his crotch, as he was finally able to inspect his genitals and feared what he’d find. Deep down he knew what was happening, but only when his fingers braced across the still shrinking member, which had slid between a pair of thick muscular lips; did he finally accept it as reality. His fingertip slid across the hypersensitive tip of his new cliterous, between the damp wet folds of his pussy and immediately he slid two fingers inside. 

“F...F….FUUUCK MMmmm...meeeEE!” Brendon screamed loudly, his body shaking with paralysingly feminine pleasure, as he felt his fingers running up against the new supple female walls. What brought both pleasure, and a sense of dread to Brendon, was the scale of his new female parts. The lips felt large and thick, strong and muscular in comparison to how he’d imagined a labia to feel. Two fingers, then a third slid inside without any problem, and he soon began to stroke the outer walls of his aching pussy, shuddering with new female bliss at the ecstasy of his altered anatomy.

“Ohh...g..god, C...carson! I got a….a” Brendon moaned as he pushed his fingers even deeper inside his new slippery pussy, and found it both amazing and horrifying how easily he was able to finger his new fat cunt. Carson shuddered as he tugged on his teats, watching the milk squirt onto the grassy mud below as the other cows began to move away. He thought the same thing had happened to his partner, and that Brendon was tugging upon long supple teats too. His cock throbbed beneath his swelling sack of milk, shaking with bliss before he gasped in pleasure, and moaned back. “AHHhhh! A..an udder? Yooou toooo?”

Brendon shuddered at the thought, and realized that his fears were confirmed. He’d seen Carson’s swelling growth, the long teats and that cow which seemed to be feeding off it. He couldn’t believe it was happening, his mind seemed to rebel against the very thought; yet here they stood. Their shoes in the mud, their undergarments torn and ripped, while they were enslaved by the sensations of their altered animal biology. They tried to reason the situation, and attempted to make sense of the predicament. Were they dreaming, or was this real? Where they actually standing in a field and pleasuring their new bovine anatomy. Reason and logic were absent concepts, as both Brendon and Carson were drugged with pleasure, doped with hormones and enslaved with dopamine. They swam in a mixture of fear and confusion, unable to act upon these emotions thanks to the paralyzing pleasure brought about by their changing bodies. Carson wanted to run, he wanted to crab Brendon’s hand and leave. But he couldn’t stop himself from tugging those teats, and emptying his udder. Brendon’s mind rebelled against his slick fat pussy lips, he hated how much he loved the feeling of fingering it. How much he wanted to be fucked, to be filled. He tried to resist, but the urges seemed to return, like an invasive idea burrowing into his subconscious. But more than anything, he wanted an udder of his own, he wanted to feel those teats in his grasp, and taste the milk upon his tongue. 

“OHhh my god C...caaaarsooon!” Brendon moaned deeply as he started to turn around, and removed his fingers from his hot throbbing pussy lips. His shoes squelched in the mud as he felt his hips popping rather loudly, which forced them to grow a little wider, which pushed his jeans down to the floor, leaving his torn underpants strung between his legs. Brendon’s moans began to warp too, his vowels sounded like they were elongated, and sounded almost like a cow’s low. His moans became louder at the sight of his partner’s sagging udder, and licked his lips at the desire to taste the creamy milk for himself.

“Wh….at!? Wha...what are you dooooing?” Carson moaned back as he turned around to face Brendon, and watched as his partner fell to his knees. His naked legs fell into the dirt as he grabbed Carson’s hips and pushed his shorts and pants down, to allow his udder to sag down fully. Before Carson could say another word, Brendon wrapped his lips around one of the teats, and sucked hard; drawing the warm milky fluid from within. A bolt of pleasure shot through Carson’s loins again, this time it felt stronger, and more ‘natural’ to have a pair of lips sucking upon his udder. Brendon raised both hands up, and began tugging on each of the other teats, leaving Carson to fondle the other supple bovine nipple, while resting his hand upon Brendon’s long locks of brown hair. Brendon’s eyes rolled up in his head, before his eyelids shut fully so he could enjoy the sensation of Carson’s teat in his mouth, and the taste of the warm creamy milk.

“OHhhhhh, g...god please m...mmmmmoooooooore!” Carson shuddered and moaned, this time his voice suddenly breaking into what sounded like the imitation of the beasts that surrounded him. It had felt almost like a hiccup, an involuntary sound he had no control over, and yet it’d felt so good to let it loose. The warm milk Brendon squeezed from his partner’s udder trickled down his throat, and burned his stomach with a soothing heat, all the while smelling the familiar scent of lactose in his nostrils. He let out a muffled moan as he tugged harder, sucking as much of the fatty fluid as he could manage, his shut tight with the pleasure that he began to feel within his pussy. He felt new muscles throbbing within his new female walls, contracting back and forth and bringing a strange bestial pleasure. It felt almost like masturbating, but without the need to be penetrated. Every suck and gulp of Carson’s milk only made it harder to focus, and just the very taste and smell of his partner's milk had started to make him feel dizzy and light. It was like he was taking shots of vodka! Each suck and tug of Carson’s supple teats; each gulp of his warm creamy milk just made him more dizzy, dumb and willing.

Brendon was so obsessed with drawing as much of Carson’s milk out as possible, he didn’t even notice the prodding sensation in his backside, which began to manifest near the cleft of his buttocks. A small growth started to stretch out from his exposed and expanding backside, and slowly began to extend outwards. To the cows that stood behind him, sniffing the air and smelling his scent; they saw the changes occurring to his rear. His fat pussy looked more bovine than human, and the once pink skin began to blotch and darken, as if somebody was staining his skin. The discoloration continued up and converted his rear, until he felt his pucker swelling and pushing out to join Brendon’s large wet black cow pussy. The strange appendage grew longer and thicker, and seemingly began to twitch on its own accord, while the fat black pucker and slick female opening that’d replaced his manhood; started moving upwards towards the dock of this growing addition. He shuddered at the feeling of his newly configured reproductive organ and digestive tract moving upwards, and couldn’t help but willingly contract the strong muscular walls of his pussy together. 

Carson’s cock continued to throb and pound against his udder as Brendon’s lips worked hard at relieving the pressure of milk within. His head swam with hormones and blissful pleasure with every tiny tug and squeeze of his new sensitive teats. He looked down at Brendon, and saw that his cheeks were bright red in embarrassment and ecstasy. It was then his gaze was drawn towards his naked lower half, and saw a long ropey tail had begun to gradually push out from his backside. Tiny strands of white hair had started to sprout from the skin around the newly growing appendage, and started to cover the area like a pelt. Brendon could feel his new tail slowly twisting and turning at his command, and Carson watched as he lifted it up into the air. He groaned deeply as he suckled upon his partner’s udder, removing his mouth from one teat, only to quickly move to another. 

“B...Brendon! Y...you godda t...tahhh...AAAAHHH!” Carson moaned deeply as he continued to stroke the Brendon’s head, only to suddenly break his sentence with a gasp of sudden shocking pleasure, his fingers grasping at the long brown hair in pleasure. His words were stolen away at the feeling of Brendon’s hand grasping at his cock. He’d reached beneath his sagging sack of bovine flesh, and had tightly grasped at his member mere moments ago. Brendon smiled as began to feel his mate’s cock slowly start to shrink, and like his own throbbing pussy, he wanted Carson to feel the same wonderful female bliss that he did. He didn’t know if any of this was real anymore, he couldn’t straight for any more than five seconds, without immediately losing his mind to the bliss. Both Carson and Brendon had given up, and now he just wanted to feel what Carson felt, to feel an udder of his own, to have it drained dry. He shuddered at these strange and bizarre thoughts, as a fully formed cow tail flicked upwards from his backside, the tip of the new appendage gained a large tuft of white fur until it looked unmistakably bovine. The rest of the animalistic hairs began to tingle around his ever expanding backside, and the fur spread across his growing hips, and down his legs. Brendon’s cheeks blushed red at the sensation of swelling at his flat featureless crotch, which began to feel heavier and more sensitive. 

He knew he was going to feel Carson’s pleasure soon, he wanted nothing more than to feel his new bovine udder hanging between his legs. He clenched his muscular bovine cunt again, and groaned loudly as he felt a wave of heat flushing through his still mostly human body. New bovine hormones flooded his brain, further altering his perceptions and thoughts; making it even harder to think, reason or resist the urge for further change.

“Oh g...god! B...Brendon, I can feel it growing...st...top! Please you’re making it w…worse!” Carson shuddered and moaned as he could not only feel his shrinking cock throbbing against his still growing udder, but also a new sensation of prodding at the cleft of his buttocks. Seeing the long cow tail that Brendon now sported, he reasoned the same was happening to him, and that he’d have a nice long tail flicking back and forth in mere moments. The fear of his unwanted desire was confirmed, as he began to feel the bones growing within his rear; the hot sinew, pulsating flesh and stretching ligament slowly expanding out into the beginnings of his new cow tail. The muscles around his anus moving upwards, and Carson shuddered with pleasure at the painless feeling of popping ligament and reconfiguring bones suddenly jerking out from his lower back and spine. He felt that same wave of transformative pleasure every time Brendon clenched his lips down upon his sensitive teats, when he drew the milk from his sagging udder. He could feel his cock shrinking in waves, in time with the sensual female bovine bliss that emanated from his udder. It was a catalyst for their transformation; the milking, the torturous pleasure, and the sense of relief he derived from his fat bovine mammaries.

“B...brendon, s...staa…AHH! Oh g...god d...don’t stop!” Carson whimpered as he sank into the blissful feelings that began to pulsate from his crotch, and no longer fought the transformation; allowing his cock to continue shrinking. He could feel his balls pulling upwards as his scrotum began to tense up, his cock becoming even more sensitive to Brendon’s touch. All the while, his growing tail started to twitch and flick. New sensations of temperature, wind and movement began to flood his brain. A connection within his growing tail shot into his spine, and a lightning fast connection was made as Carson realized he’d begun to control the movements of his still growing appendage. What disturbed him the most, was how natural it felt. It was almost as if he’d always possessed one, and always knew how to use it. Like waking from a dream of being human, he began to sink into the reality of his situation, and started flicking his tail back and forth with delight, as it grew longer and larger. He shuddered as Brendon moved to a new teat, and used the hand that’d been stroking his member, to resume the milking of his mate. He hated how much nicer his teats felt, how much more he wanted them to be sucked and tugged. He didn’t even care for his member anymore, he just wanted to be milked like a dumb heifer. These thoughts both disturbed and delighted Carson, the thoughts of being fucked and bred by a bull, becoming a stupid cow, and loving how it felt to be drained like livestock each day.

Brendon heard his partner’s moans of failed resistance as they changed to gasps of desire. His own mind was clouded with pleasure, as the sagging weight between his legs increased and his pussy clenched with anticipation at the tugging sensations of his udder growing larger, heavier and rounder. Brendon’s mouth popped free from one of Carson’s teats to let loose a sudden gasp of shock at the feeling of his spine and pelvis cracking rather loudly. His hips jerked outwards as his back extended forwards sharply, the sudden and rather rapid alteration of skeletal structure took Brendon by surprise, but the sensation proved ultimately wonderful to experience. Another jerking series of vibrations shuddered down his spine and into his body, making his throbbing cow pussy ache with need for more changes to ravage his human flesh, and desperation to feel his own teats being services. This sudden growth in his spine, pelvis and then his legs; forced his ripped underpants all the way to the muddy ground below, joining his jeans that remained locked around beneath his feet, as he’d been forced onto the tips of his. His spine shuddered with vibration, as loud snapping sounds started to emanate from his back. Groans left Brendon’s mouth again, but this time they sounded more bovine than human. The cows around him let out a low in unison, seemingly pleased with the sight of Carson’s partner screaming in shocking pleasure.

Carson could feel the combined weight of Brendon’s growing body pressing against his udder, and another shocking growth within his partner’s spine and legs; sent them both tumbling in the same direction. Carson instinctively tucked his tail between his legs as he landed on his back, with Brendon gasping as he fell softly against the large pink udder.

“B...brendon! AHHHh...wh..what’s happening?!” Carson exclaimed in fear at the sight of Brendon’s backside growing upwards into the air. He could see that his upper legs had started to swell with muscle and fat, his lower legs and feet had also begun to extend as well. His hips had taken on a bizzare shape, with his pelvis appearing to push upwards, which gave his backside a very cow-like appearance.

“M...my legs! Ohhhhh god, M...m...my spine, my h...hips!” he moaned at the feeling of his lower body growing heavier and wider; his pelvis expanded in size, his legs snapping loudly as the bones grew longer and thicker. His whole lower skeletal structure seemed to be changing, altering his position and center of gravity. “They...they’re g...growing! Oh god m..more, MMOOOooooooooooore!” He groaned again, this time arching his head up and willingly letting loose a long bovine moo of pleasure. He licked his lips before wrapping them around Carson’s teats again, tugging even harder and faster to draw as much milk out as possible. 

“B...Brendon! Stooooop…OHHhhhmmmm...” Carson said as he saw the combination of discomfort and pleasure on Brendon’s face, yet had his voice ripped away by the gloriously sensual sensation of being milked like the cows they were slowly becoming. “Mmmmrrrr….MMmmMMROOOOO!” Carson murmured, before feeling the sudden shocking sensation of his balls tugging against something hot and wet. Before he could react in any way, Carson’s whole body shuddered with delight at the feeling of his testicles pressing up hard between his legs, followed by two round orbs moving into his loins. He arched his head upwards and leaned back on his hands, moaning deeply as his growing legs shook with pleasure at this sudden alteration. It felt like his testicles had moved inside him, making way for something wet, sensitive and warm. 

He couldn’t reason how or why any of this was happening, the only thing he could do was let slip a loud bovine moo of pleasure as the burning sensation of his former male gonads shifting inside him, carving their way through his once male flesh, finally settling as newly ovulating bovine ovaries. The changes didn’t cease or slow, and just as he’d felt his testicles changing, his rapidly shrinking member began to move down between his legs. The sensitive flesh began to reform, molding around the new slick opening, while his cock head continued to wither and morph into something animalistic and female. He couldn’t help but flick and wiggle his tail with the pleasure of these changes, moaning deeply as he realized what he’d become. He looked down, and for the first time, he saw his long large white and black spotted cow tail wiggling beneath Brendon’s arms. 

Carson moaned again, the very sight of his tail, the sagging udder and the feeling of his changing genitals brought him an intense amount of ecstasy. His head swam with arousal and emotion, his eyes rolling around in their sockets as he found it harder and harder to focus on the world around him, or think logically. It was like a mad drunken dream, a state of delirium he found himself enjoying the more it progressed; so much so he hoped it’d n ever end. His groans distorted again into another loud cow-like low of bliss, as a seemingly endless amount of milk spilled forth from his teats, and the pressure only increased with his feverent sexual frustration.

A grin formed across Brendon’s teat filled mouth as he realized Carson’s shuddered moans meant only one thing. He’d felt it before, and he knew his partner was another step closer to becoming even more cow-like. Brendon had begun to feel his lower torso sagging even more than before, and could feel the cold air blustering against something hot, round and heavy. He knew his own udder was growing larger, and could even feel the individual teats pushing out. He wanted, no; he NEEDED to be milked. He wanted to feel the warm fluid squirting from his udder, he wanted to relieve the pressure building behind it. Whilst supporting his weight with one arm, he reached down with the other, running his figners across his expanding torso, tugging his red shirt down to feel the soft fur spreading up his belly. He moaned as he moved it further down, past his waistline and towards his crotch, hoping to touch his fat udder and grip a nice supple teat. His expression suddenly turned from one of longing, to frustration and fear as he realized he couldn’t reach it!

“N...no! Nnnnoooooo...MMMROOOOO!” Brendon moaned and mooed in frustration, realizing the extension of his spine, the expansion of his legs and growth of his hindquarters made it impossible to reach the large pink udder that still grew between his white furry legs. He looked back to his left, past his jacket that sagged down over his upper body, and saw the huge pink udder between his massive muscular legs. The very sight of it taunted him, his fingers only just able to reach the edge of his udder; but not enough to milk himself.

“I caaaaan’t reach it!” He cried out, trying desperately to reach his aching udder, and the desire to relieve the aching pressure behind his fully formed teats became even more important than before. Carson looked down, and saw his partner in frustration, and he could see the sagging pink udder beneath his legs, his tail flicking wildly in lustful need. Using all the force he could, he grasped at the ground with his hands, getting his fingers and palms wet and muddy. He crawled beside his partner, using his own growing legs to push forwards, until he could smell the scent of Brendon’s fatty milk dripping down from the four pink teats. He slid down next to his growing legs, reached up and wrapped his lips around one of the teats. A shuddering moan of release left Brendon’s dribbling maw as Carson also tugged on another teat with his spare hand, and used his other arm to prop himself up. 

“OhhhhmmmmrmrooooOOOOOO!” Brendon lowed deeply, willingly letting loose a loud bovine moo of pleasure, as a blissful wave of release washed through his body. The feeling of another’s hands and lips around his teats was even more pleasurable than he’d hoped, and his burning hot cow pussy began to throb and contract again. Carson’s udder meanwhile, sagged down over his growing lower leg, all the while he could feel his hips snapping and expanding like Brendon’s pelvis had done mere moments ago. The warm soothing feeling of Brendon’s wet lips once again braced upon one of his teats, as they both began to suckle and milk one another in a bizzare sixty nine position, their long bovine tails flicking and twisting in the air with pleasure. Their bodies continued to expand and grow, their backsides and bellies expanding with fat and muscle with every suck of the addictive fluid from their teats. They couldn’t stop themselves anymore, all reason and logic had gone out the window ages ago, now their only concern or focus, was to drain each other of milk.

Carson raised his leg into the air, at the sensation of his expanding pelvis pushing his legs apart. The newly developing space between his legs exposed his udder even more than before. As his pelvis expanded and grew into a more bovine shape, his buttocks pulled apart and exposed his throbbing black cow pucker, before the gluteus maximus muscles relocated to the sides of his body and began to develop into his flanks. The same white and black spotted fur that grew around his expanding bovine behind, had been starting to rapidly spread up his back, and around his ever-expanding hindquarters. It felt like a strange wave of tingling, like when you’d been sitting on your leg for too long, and the blood rushed back into the oxygen starved limb. The same wave of tingling and prickling sensations spread up his back, and like an infection; the fur grew out from his one human skin. 

Brendon licked his lips as he slipped his mouth free of Carson’s udder, his nostrils widening at the scent of something heady and musky between Carson’s strong muscular legs. He grasped at the mud with his hands so he could see behind Carson’s sagging cow udder, and saw the development of his newly forming bovine vulva. His cock hadn’t fully shrunk down, but his testicles were nonexistent and had presumably transformed entirely into ovaries. Brendon leaned forward, remembering how slick and sensitive his pussy felt when it was changing, and how wonderful it was to touch the supple walls. A creaking vibration shuddered through his face as he felt his nose push forwards slightly, his nostrils expanded as he licked his lips, and felt his tongue growing in length. He pressed his face between Carson’s legs and lapped lovingly at his partner’s slick vulva, watching with glee as the soft supple pink flesh began to blotch and transform rapidly.

“B...brendon, what are yo...ohhhMmmmphhh!” Carson mumbled as he felt Brendon’s hot breath against his changing pussy lips, before suddenly shuddering in pleasure at the feeling of the long slimy tongue against his shrinking dickhead. He stifled his groans of pleasure, but couldn’t hold in his bovine low for very long, before leaning back and letting out a loud “MMMRROOOOO!” of tortured bliss. Brendon saw his partner’s tail thrashing around with the burst of sudden pleasure, and continued to lap and lick at the forming cow pussy, enjoying the sound of bovine lows that Carson made. His tongue slid past the newly formed muscular vulva, and into the slippery sensitive opening. He could feel a straining ache in the back of his mouth as his tongue began to extend within his partner’s bovine pussy, seemingly worming its way to explore Carson’s new aching cow cunt. His nose began to feel wet and sticky as he rubbed his expanding nostrils against the fat darkening bovine folds, his eyes rolling up in his sockets at the sheer bliss he received from the scent of his fellow cow. As he lovingly explored Carson’s new bovine vagina with his slowly growing tongue, he felt his legs extending even more. His belly had also begun to grow larger and rounder, as both former humans seemed to be gaining weight and mass from seemingly nowhere. His feet began to snap and crack again, this time popping free of his shoes and stretching his socks to their limits.

Carson’s mind was awash with ecstasy, his vision blurry and his head swimming with the paralyzing female ecstasy that washed through his new cow vulva. His cock fully shrunk and settled down within his fat black folds, until his muscular cow pussy had fully replaced his manhood. Milk dribbled from Brendon’s sagging udder onto Carson’s muddy blue shirt as he continued to suckle and tug on each of his partner’s supple teats, his whole body shaking with pleasure every time his burning hot bovine walls were pleasured. Like his socks and shoes; his shirt had also began to feel uncomfortably tight, until he was certain that his upper body had started to expand like his lower body had done before. It felt as if the attire was shrinking around him, but he knew their bodies were becoming larger and more suitable for future heifers. Further shuddering vibrations ran up his legs as they continued to snap and contort, his spine cracked and reconfigured painlessly, and the only sensation he felt was a sudden vibration akin to cracking one’s knuckles. These vibrations and creaking sensations permeated his very skeleton as his whole body grew larger, heavier and wider. His belly started to expand and widen as well, lending more strain to the already stressed fibers of his muddied blue shirt. Even Brendon’s red shirt and jacket had begun to strain with the large growing white belly, the fur seemingly spreading up towards his chest and arms.

“OHh..g..god please! Doooon’t s..stooooop…” Carson moaned as some of his words started to extend into pseudo-lows; a bizarre amalgamation of his human voice, and the deep guttural moo of a cow. Brendon’s tongue worked its way deeper inside the slick black cow pussy, his nostrils widening and expanding with every breath he took. He watched with glee as Carson’s pussy slid upwards towards his anus, before removing his mouth and licked his lips with a much longer and rougher tongue.

“MMrrr….MMMOOOOO!” Brendon moaned before breaking out into a full on low at the feeling of his newly grown tongue lapping at his lips. He felt the wetness on his changing nose, and darted his new tongue upwards, able to fully lick the surface of his morphing face. His nostrils had begun to move apart, his nose had fused with his upper lip and formed the beginnings of his new bovine muzzle. The moisture on his nostrils only got worse as the texture of the skin began to change too. Brendon’s nose slowly started to blotch and darken in shade, the Caucasian pigment stained with new dark grey colour, and slowly began to spread towards his wet lips. Despite feeling these changes ravaging his face, and even though he could barely keep his glasses balanced atop his widening nose, he moved his face back down towards Carson’s udder. He was desperate for another taste of that milky substance, and going too long without tasting it felt like mental torture. Using his long slippery tongue, he wrapped it around the length of his teat and began suckling upon it once again.

Carson’s new throbbing cow pussy ached above his anus, oozing his new female fluids onto his pucker, and the dock of his tail. The black and white fur spread up his fattening belly, beneath his blue shirt and made its way towards his upper body. His mind swam with pleasure, and his attention was brought back to Brendon’s needy teats by droplets of milk splattering against his face. Without a moment’s hesitation, he reached his head up and continued to lovingly suckle on Brendon’s udder, groaning deeply at the feeling of his own teats being serviced by the large wet lips, and rough bovine tongue of his partner.

Brendon couldn’t help but groan and low in response, even though his changing lips were filled with one of Carson’s teats, his attention drawn back once again, to his lower body. The sounds of tearing fabric joined the crescendo of groans, popping joints and lows from the cows that still surrounded the two changing humans. Carson heard the fabric of Brendon’s socks tearing loudly as his partner raised one foot into the air, and kicked his shoes, filthy jeans and underwear away into the mud. His socks finally ripped apart, allowing his toes and feet to stretch through the newly developing holes. Carson looked down to see Brendon’s deformed toes swelling and changing, while his feet continued to grow even longer. He watched as the ligaments thickened, the muscle fibers swelled and bulked up against his stretching skin, while more of the soft white fur spread down his legs. 

Brendon shuddered and flicked his tail, letting out a whimpered groan of pleasure at the feeling of his femur becoming shorter and pulling into his body. He licked his growing wet bovine nose, before promptly resuming his mission of draining Carson’s seemingly endless supply of milk. His legs popped and snapped again, the thick femur tugged upwards into his heavy hindquarters, and the muscular flesh began to merge with his lower torso. Meanwhile his tibia and fibula began to fuse into a singular heavy supporting bone, becoming a strong upper hind leg. The metatarsals of his feet had fully extended and fused into his lower bovine leg, while the phalanges in his feet started to shrink and expand. The two central toes had already started to expand and increase in size, while the other digits were rapidly shrinking on both feet; leading to the rather odd and deformed shape. 

As Carson suckled and tugged with his hands upon the heavy pink udder that hung from Brendon’s lower bovine body, he felt the muscles in his hands stiffen. At first he ignored the sensation, until he felt the familiar sensation of snapping bone and popping ligament shudder down his arm. His grasp weakened upon both of Brendon’s teats, and he removed his lips from his partner’s udder to inspect the changes in his hands. All the while the nails in Brendon’s growing toes started to expand, and his changing digits pushed down into the soil and forming yet another part of his hind leg. The two nails pushed down into the dirt as they grew heavier and wider, the muddy grass staining the darkening shade of keratin that grew forth. Almost like putty being forced through a mold, two pointed nails grew out from his two digits, which appeared to be almost as large as his lower hind leg. His nails grew larger, longer and heavier; until the last remnants of Brendon’s human digits faded into his fully formed hind legs. His large cloven hooves settled against the filthy soil beneath, and the fur rapidly spread down towards the tips, to cover up the blotching human flesh.

Brendon’s lower body was anything but human now, and instead; disproportionately large bovine hindquarters replaced the once human backside. He flicked his long ropey tail as the changes continued to spread up his body, his belly growing larger while he remained uninterrupted in his mission to milk his mate.

“Mm….my hands! Oh god I can’t feel the t...tips of my fingers” Carson groaned and stammered as he watched the transformation progress into his arms and hands. His shirt strained even more against the expanding flesh, while the terrifying transformation spread through his upper torso. His skin tingled as the fur pressed against his blue shirt, while his arms popped and cracked loudly as the bones began to change shape. The muscles beneath his blotching skin expanded and grew larger, fat deposits pressed against the transforming hide and stretched his back, chest and arms apart even more than before. Tears began to appear in the fabric of Carson’s dirty blue shirt, revealing not human skin; but white and black blotched fur. Milk oozed from Brendon’s teats onto Carson’s changing arm, as he shuddered at the feeling of his hands expanding forwards. Heat surged within his morphing appendage as the metacarpal bones started to fuse together and expand, stretching his digits forwards as they too began to change shape and function. His middle and ring finger began to expand and press against each other, while the rest of his digits began to lose sensation.

At first, Carson felt fear at the realization that he’d never be able to grasp things again; never be able to touch or feel with his fingers. Human fears and terrors gripped him as he was forced to watch his thumb shrink and pull back with his little finger, until they were nothing more than stumps beneath both his long extending hands. He realized this was one of things that truly made him human, his hands; the means of manipulating the world around him…was disappearing before his very eyes!

He groaned and gasped, terrified and fascinated by the sensation and sight of his hands expanding into forelegs. In truth, he relished the sensation of his skeleton changing; the bones popping and creaking into place, the feeling of the carpal bones popping and reconfiguring into a more solid and structurally sound joint, where he could rest the heavy weight of his expanding muscular upper body upon. His gasps of fear and uncertainty slowly began to change into moans of pleasure, as Brendon moved his wet nose and lips over to another one of his teats. The sense of dread faded away from Carson’s mind as he began to imagine standing on four heavy hooves, grazing in the fields. All the while his deformed hands flopped down against his fattening belly, as they continued to grow and change into his new forelegs. He leaned forwards again and began suckling on the closest teat he could find, prompting a loud low of pleasure from Brendon. 

Carson began to imagine how wonderful it would be; to be milked every day, to graze lazily in the fields and think nothing but where the next patch of green grass was. He thought of a large muscular bull; sniffing his pussy, licking the folds and breeding him, filling him with a calf. A nice fat belly so that he could produce even more milk, so that a farmer would have to drain his udder again and. His aching cow cunt throbbed and contracted at the thought, his tail wiggling with pleasure as Carson’s hands continued to grow out into strong forelegs. He didn’t think of himself as male anymore, he hadn’t been male for a quite some time now. It’d felt like an age had passed in this field, their pleasure filled minds had distorted their sense of time. Carson closed his...no, HER eyes; and began to imagine the feeling of being bred. How it would feel to be mounted and filled with the Bull’s seed, how much she’d love to be milked endlessly, happy in her life as a dumb dairy heifer.

The tears in her shirt widened as the muscle and fat within her expanding upper body became larger still. Her heart pounded within her chest, as her upper body grew larger still. Her lungs grew bigger, heavier and filled with more air with every breath Carson took. She could feel her organs growing, her stomach burning as it began to develop and change into an organ fit for a ruminant mammal. Finally, the light blue shirt tore apart and revealed the strong muscular cow hide beneath. She felt freed of her bonds, happy that her human clothes were removed, and continued to suckle upon her mate’s teat. The milk trickled into her mouth and it continued to be just as satisfying as the first time she’d tasted Brendon’s milk, but her need for more had only gotten greater. The last remnants of her digits faded away into small dewclaws, while the heavy expanding nails of her fused central digits began to form a pair of large cloven hooves. Fur spread down her newly configuring forelegs, while the humerus in her arm creaked and pulled into her body. Carson’s glasses wiggled on her still human face, a face still remarkably male; yet she didn’t think of herself as male, nor did she consider herself human anymore. She looked forward to when her face was pushing into a snout, when she’d look out from the sides of her huge bovine head, as the farmer would drain her udders for the day.

Unlike Carson, Brendon’s face was significantly less human, and his muzzle had been slowly expanding forwards with every gulp of his Mate’s milk. His eyes watered at the feeling of his face pushing forwards inch by inch, his ears tingling as the fur from his upper body had begun to spread underneath his stretching attire. The leather jacket and red shirt, strained beneath his changing bovine hide, as muscle and fat began to stretch the fabric to it’s limits. His mind began to twist and break like Carson, his sense of self and identify began to change and alter as his body did. 

New thoughts flooded his mind, and he began to imagine a huge black bull mounting him, breeding him. He tried to rid his mind of these thoughts at first. He shook his head back and forth between licking his large wide nose, and felt his glasses wobbling atop his wide nose; held on barely by his partially changed earlobes. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about the same scenario. He began to think like Carson, no longer believing himself as male, thinking about how SHE wanted to be fucked, bred and filled with a Bull’s big strong calf. She knew deep down, it was estrus, and that their new bovine genitals were betraying her thoughts. She found it hard to focus on anything but Carson’s huge udder, and how wonderful it felt to feel her face pushing forwards. She shook her head again, her growing ears finally allowed her glasses to slip free and fall into the mud. 

“Ca...arrrrsssoooon! I caaaaan’t stooooop mys...seeeelf!” Brendon moaned, her voice distorting with every word as he felt her neck slowly start to grow longer. Sudden sounds of tearing began to emanate from Brendon’s torso, as her old leather jacket began to break and tear under the stress of her expanding muscles. The shirt beneath began to break at the seams, the stitching holding the red fabric together was torn asunder by the pressure of Brendon’s growing frame. The weight of her expanding upper torso and belly, caused Brendon to fall down onto her side, rendering them both unable to reach one another’s udders.

“NOoooo...Mmmmmmooooore!” Brendon cried out as she licked her wet nose, as she realizing her source of milk had been taken away. She scraped and padded at the ground with her morphing hands, desperate to feel the warm milky substance fill her maw once again. 

“OOOooooohhh god! I can feel my neck mmmmm...Moooooving!” Carson moaned, her words trailing off into loud bovine lows at the sensation of her vocal cords stretching along with her neck. They could both feel their vertebrae expanding and popping; growing longer and thicker as new muscle rippled across their upper bodies. Carson felt her feet changing fully, the toes morphing and transforming like Brendon’s had done before. All the while the two heavy heifers-to-be, rolled against their sides in the mud. Dirt stuck to Brendon’s clean white hide, while Carson’s pelt appeared white with black spots. 

“I caaaaan’t t...think straaaight!” Brendon moaned and lowed loudly as she moved her head back and forth, shaking her growing ears as she also felt her face still stretching out. Strands of her long brown human hair fell away as the fur spread into her scalp, replacing with a new bovine pelt. Her ears wiggled and twitched as new muscles began to develop within her head, allowing the pleasure-drunk cow to twist and move them at will. Brendon’s eyes opened wide as she felt her face stretching forwards again, her nostrils snorting loudly as she realized her expanded nasal cavity allowed more air to into her huge bovine lungs. 

Carson’s neck stretched out even further, growing thicker and stronger with every passing moment. Her ears began to slowly grow larger and rounder, as the black spotted white fur spread up into her own short brown hair; and quickly began replacing the human fibers with new bovine fuzz. She couldn’t focus anymore, where she might have been able to resist for a few seconds, now she couldn’t think straight for even an instant. Her mind felt dumbed down, blanked and stupefied by her changes, and the only thought was the dripping teats of Brendon’s udder. Their aching cow vaginas pulsated with need, while their tails expressed their torturous sexual frustration as they lashed back and forth. Desperate for even another drop of milk; Brendon began to reach forwards with her still growing muzzle, her mouth open as she tried to reach Carson’s oozing teats.

Pressure built up behind her snout as her nostrils grew even further apart, her wet grey nose managing to brush up against the tip of Carson’s oozing teats. “Caaaan’t Stooop! Waaaan’t mmm... MMOOOOOOORE!!” Brendon moaned again, her voice totally trailing away into loud bovine low of pleasure, unable to stop herself as she felt her mind slipping even more. Her eyes widened at what felt like her face splitting apart, but in reality her skull had begun to widen which started to push her eyes out to the side of her head, and pushed her nose even further forwards. Popping noises shuddered through her face as the cartilage in her nose snapped into place, her square bovine nostrils huffing hot air onto Carson’s dribbling udder, through her expanded nasal cavity. She closed her eyes as the expansion of her neck and face allowed her to almost get close enough to latch her lips around Carson’s teat. Her cunt throbbed and pounded rhythmically as she purposefully massaged her own vaginal walls with the inner muscles, and flicked her tail with excitement at feeling so close to release.

“SOoooooOO! CLoooooseeee!” She lowed with glee as the last human words trailed into dumb bovine lows of pleasure. With her prize in sight, she reached forwards and wrapped her long tongue around Carson’s teat, and latched her wet cow lips around her prize. She closed her eyes as they moved apart even more, before she felt her first bovine climax approaching. Her tail thrashed about, her hind legs scraped back against the as she felt the last remnants of her human fingers developed into dewclaws on her newly configured forelegs. Her body shook with pleasure as she drank the fatty milk once more, until the last shreds of human skin on her forehead were converted. Fur covered her whole body as she shook in bliss, a wave of contractions pounded her bovine pussy, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The last strands holding her jacket to her body gave way, tearing her jacket apart at the seams and shredding the shirt beneath. Parts of the jacket fell away, but some remained clinging to Brendon’s furry white hide; a hint of what she used to be.

“MMMROOOOOOOOOO!” Brendon lowed loudly in her final attempts to say something, but instead released a completely inhuman moo. She opened her eyes as the last human thoughts began to drain from her mind with every contraction of her pussy. The orgasm pounded her loins like a truck, her body shook with bliss as the remainder of her humanity drained away, and her mind was totally consumed with the pleasure of her new heavy bovine body.

“Brendoon!?” Carson moaned after hearing his partner’s voice distort away fully into a loud bovine low, and turned to see Brendon’s long furry cow face staring back. Her huge brown eyes stared at Carson as she licked her lips and let loose another loud bovine moo, seemingly unable to do anything but low like the beast she’d become. Carson’s nostrils began to tingle and swell, and she realized that the same thing was going to happen to her, that her face and humanity would be robbed; that she’d become just like her partner…a cow. Before Carson could protest at the idea of having her face push out into a long bovine muzzle; Brendon reached down again and wrapped her lips around Carson’s teats once more. She adjusted her position so that her fully transformed quadruped body was comfortable on its side, whilst suckling hard upon the soft teats. 

The sight of Brendon’s long furry muzzle, wet nose and rough tongue; no longer scared Carson. Her human thoughts began to fall away once more with every tug and suck at her udder, and the pleasure of her new heavy bovine body returned. Carson looked down her nose and saw the skin starting to discolor, whilst feeling the cool air brushing against its moistening surface. The same pressure built up behind her nose and began to push it forwards, all the while she felt her ears twitching as the same muscles began to develop.“OHhhhhhh Mmmm...mmoooO!” Carson cried out, her moans becoming loud bovine moos of pleasure as she felt her tongue growing longer to accommodate the expanding cow muzzle. 

“Mmurrrphhh mmMMOOOO!” Carson lowed again as she pushed her growing tongue out and lapped at her damp nose, loving the sensation of the expanding nostrils and large heavy ears. He looked down his face, seeing the expanding nasal cavity put pressure upon her glasses, until they popped free from her ears and wobbled upon her growing muzzle. They balanced slightly atop her nose before she willingly shook her head, to send them flying into the dirt. The glasses splattered as they fell into the mud, and Carson thought very little of this symbolic act before turning towards Brendon’s udder again. Her mind flooded with thoughts of bulls again; images of being mounted and carrying a calf, being milked endlessly and grazing happily in the fields. These were the only things Carson could focus on anymore, she was desperate for release, desperate to feel complete like her partner. She utilized the strong muscles to contract her vaginal walls against each other, her vulva opening and closing; winking at the other cows who lowed loudly as they would soon have another sister to share the field with.

“Mrrooooooo!” Carson moaned, her voice distorting and deepening with every second that passed, and becoming more animalistic as her neck grew longer, stronger and more muscular. She could smell so much more with her new damp nostrils and expanded nasal cavity; the milk oozing from the teats, the stench of the other cows around her, the smell of the grass on their breath. Her nostrils expanded to take in this new scents, her eyes opening wide at the excitement of being so close to Brendon’s teats. Her rough cow tongue darted out again, licking her wet bovine nose with anticipation as more of her once human facial features disappeared. Her bright blue eyes remained wide open as her jaw and nose pushed out at the same pace, while her ears tingled as the black and white fur spread across the stretching human skin. 

Carson could feel her skull creaking as the bone stretched out, she could feel the cartilage in her nose popping and shuddering as it changed shape. Her ears tingled as the last shreds of human skin were coated with bovine fur, and a warming heat spreading in her loins as she felt orgasmic clenching developing within her strong fat cow pussy. Her tail flicked back and forth as her hind hooves pressed into the dirt, and her still human eyes remained locked on Brendon’s oozing teats as her face pushed out further towards the prize. She felt her thoughts and feelings falling away with every second that passed, her humanity dissipating with every inch of her human skin that was converted into thick bovine hide. She tried to remember how she got in this situation, who she was, or what she once was. But she drew a blank; her mind was empty except for the simple desire to feel release. She let go of her human thoughts, and her mind began to imagine how it’d feel to be fucked once more, to be bred and forced to carry a calf. To be milked each day and lazily graze in the fields. For a moment she tried to resist her estrus and bovine thoughts, but that last splinter of resistance melted away as she finally reached her goal. She wrapped her long tongue around the teat, clamped her wet cow lips down on the teat and suckled hard.

Her eyes closed tight as she felt the warm milk trickling down her long mouth, running past her changing molars as they pulled back in her jaw, while her incisors grew wider, flatter and larger with every passing moment. The once bright blue eyes began to change colour, and the sclera began to fade at the expansion of her irises. She saw the glimpses of Brendon’s tattered red shirt fade in colour, along with the shreds of her blue shirt. The red totally faded until she could only see a light grey in its place, while the blue seemed to be a washed out muted version of what she’d seen moments before. Her colour vision changed as the cells within her retinas transformed as well, while the once round pupil began to into a more rod-like shape too. The bright blue eyes began to stain, like dropping dye into water; the blue began to fade into a deep dark brown. The last part of her that was truly human; become utterly bovine, and the last shreds of human skin were covered up completely, rendering Carson’s body and mind indistinguishable from the cows surrounding her.

Her nose popped as her eyes pushed apart and her skull finished reconfiguring, her nostrils snorting loudly as she released her clamp like grip on Brendon’s udder, to let out a long loud low. “MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” She raised her neck and head into the air, mooing loudly as she felt her first female orgasm wrack her body. Her tail thrashed back and forth in pleasure as she clenched the muscles around her vagina tightly, while her udder continued to ooze and leak milk. Her mind was filled with the image of a bull, fucking her mindlessly, filling her with his seed. Their transformation into cows, and the subsequent estrus had totally consumed their minds, until they couldn’t think any differently from the animals that had brought this bestial fate upon them in the first place.

After what felt like many minutes, her orgasm finally died down and she rested her head and neck against the dirt, snorting loudly as she regained her breath. The two new cows took their time before standing up, and didn’t give a second thought to standing upon four hooved legs, after all; they didn’t think any differently from the cows around them. 

They began to wander the fields, content in grazing on the grass, using their new tongues to tug at the grass and biting the plant matter away for digestion in their multi chambered stomachs. They stood and grazed in the fields for what felt like hours, until the sun began to set. A human arrived through the gate, opening it up and their sisters seemed to know to walk through. They turned their heads as the farmer approached, and felt a sense of fear at the presence of this human.

“Well well, another few for the pens eh…” He chuckled as he walked over to the torn clothes and picked them up from the ground, and removed the car keys, phones and a wallet from the muddy ground. They watched in curiosity as the farmer knelt down to pick up their old glasses, but both Carson and Brendon couldn’t indetify those items as their own. They slowly padded around the tall farmer, his large ginger beard hanging down over some dirty overalls.

He walked behind them, clapping his hands every now and then to usher them forwards towards a barn. They finally joined the herd, with their sisters and began to move into a confined space, where the scent of hay filled their nostrils. They grazed in their individual pens that night, Carson and Brendon were next to one another as the farmer came around, and attached some strange devices to their teats. They were shocked at first, but when the suction began to drain their milk; they began to understand why the cows were so eagar to return. They lowed loudly as the farmer refilled their food, and snorted happily as he petted their heads, and attached tags to their big furry ears. 

Happily content being livestock, unable to remember anything else, but the life at the farm, and the sweet grass of the pastures…