The Cows Come Home
Cow transformation
The Cows Come Home
"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" The sound coming from under the hood of the car did not encouraging.
"Damn it!" Zane swore as he tried to restart the engine with no luck. Cursing under his breath, he guided the coasting car to the shoulder of the road. Further attempts to start the car only produced a useless buzzing noise from the starter. Eventually, the car rolled to a stop.
"Ah, jeez, I'm sorry about this," Zane said blushing to his girlfriend, "It's never done anything like this before."
"It's all right, I'll just..." Abby said with a smile and began pulling her cell phone from her jeans pocket, "Oh, there's no service here."
"Shit," Zane said and smacked the steering wheel with his palm, "Any ideas?"
"Well," Abby said and adjusted her glasses, "I saw some buildings a little ways back. Maybe some one there has a phone?"
Zane nodded with a sigh, "A short walk is better than a long walk. You stay here and I'll..."
"No, no, no," Abby interrupted and threw her door open before dashing out, "Now, c'mon!"
"Great," Zane grumbled when they came to the small collection of buildings. Thankfully, it had not been a terribly long walk, just as Abby had said, but the result was disappointing all the same, "Nothing but a bunch of run down old barns and sheds."
The were four buildings in all, with tired, old gray wood, broken and missing windows and holes in the roofs. The largest, tall and gray, looked as if it had once been an important barn.
"There's no one here and there's no hope of a phone," Zane said with disappointment, "I guess we'd better head back to the highway. Maybe we can thumb a ride back to town."
"Oh, c'mon, Zane!" Abby said with a smile, "We can look around a bit. I'm curious. There's plenty of time to get back to town."
She started off towards the gaping door of the large barn, only looking back to encourage Zane along with the wave of her hand, "C'mon, it won't take long!"
"Abby! Honey, please, we're trespassing and it could be dangerous," Zane argued but despite his protests he followed after his girlfriend. He couldn't help but feel nervous as watched Abby disappear through the gaping hole of a door.
Picking up his pace he came to the broken door and, looking in, was relieved to see it wasn't nearly as derelict as he had feared. True, it was dusty and smelled of dry rotted wood, but it didn't seem anything would cave in on them.
"See?" Abby said from inside, "It's not dangerous, kind of cool really."
As their eyes adjusted, they saw the barn must have been abandoned many years ago. The collection of tools and equipment looked ancient and obsolete. They looked through the assortment of odds and ends on the work benches, wondering if there may be anything interesting.
Most of it was items such old cookie tins full of nails or cigar boxes with nuts and bolts. Then, next to a broken hammer and a rusty pair of pliers, Abby found something that caught her interest. It clanged softly when she picked it up by its surprisingly supple leather strap. Underneath it, again she found another item and took that as well. One item in each hand, she lifted them for Zane to see.
"How cute! A cowbell!" She said then looked at the other object, "And is this what I think it is?"
"I guess that depends," Zane said, putting down the antique brace drill he was looking at and idly scratched his beard, "What do you think it is?"
"Looks like a bull's nose ring, doesn't it," She said, then smiled devilishly, "Won't you be my big bull? And I'll be your sweet milk cow."
Zane chuckled and took the ring while Abby put the leather collar of the cowbell over her head, being careful not to dislodge her beanie and glasses. It fit loosely around her neck and it clanked quietly against her ample bosom.
"Moo!" Abby sounded incredibly realistic, "Be my bull!"
Zane couldn't help but smile and took the large brass ring. Playfully, he put it up near his nose, "Sure, I'll even-OW!!! Son of a bitch that hurt!"
Zane doubled over and clutched his face.
"What?! What happened?! What is it?!" Abby said with concern, her bell clanging as she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"The ring! It-it attached to my nose!" Zane stammered.
"Zane! Stop it! That's not possible!" Abby snapped.
"Oh, yeah? Look!" He revealed his face and indeed the brass ring was firmly attached to the septum of his nose. To further prove his point he even gave the ring a timid tug.
"Whoa," he said in surprise and gave it another, harder tug, "It-it doesn't even hurt any more. What the hell is going on?"
Abby shook her head and stood in front of him looking at it. The ring was pierced clean through his septum. In fact, the wound was already perfectly healed. Somehow the ring's split had expertly closed tight, "How on earth...? Zane, how did you do that?"
Zane didn't answer but rather stood, his nostrils slowly flaring wider and wider as the suddenly detected a new, powerful scent filling the empty barn.
"Abby..." He finally spoke, looking intently at her, "What is that perfume? You smell fantastic! So... so sexy!"
Abby blushed, "I'm not wearing any..."
Zane pulled her close and kissed the side her neck, drinking in her thickening scent. Abby felt the cool brass of his ring against her neck, little realizing that as he drank her heady scent, his face began to change more rapidly. His nose and mouth slowly pushed out into a muzzle, broadening and becoming even more able to detect her pheromones.
As they embraced, Abby could feel Zane's swollen member against her, It felt huge! Far larger than she thought possible. Her own arousal was building when suddenly she too could detect an irresistible scent. The musk made her own nostrils flare and she snorted as her face began to grow and change as well. She could feel her bra tighten she drank his musk and a tingling building in her hands and feet.
The lust between them was growing too strong, Abby, her face now a short muzzle, licked the end of Zane's muzzle with her thickening tongue and pulled away from their embrace. Playfully she fell to her hands and knees on the soft earth inside barn and looked up at Zane, her butt directed at him. Her jeans looked very tight.
"Muuuuhhhh!" She lowed softly, "Take me my bull!"
Zane almost did, but regained some his senses upon seeing his girlfriend's face. Shaking his head, he fought down his basic instinct.
"Abby! What's happening to us! This... this isn't right!"
"Moooo! Why, Zane? We can have some fun!" Abby said, then her heavy tongue came out and licked her nose adorably. Zane watched as her ears, quickly growing long and floppy, twitched and flicked with her lusty excitement.
Zane's own ears twitched at a new sound, creaking, cracking noise. Suddenly the realization hit it was his clothes. Not just his clothes but Abby's, too. Both their jeans were stretching as there bodies began to grow. Zane's objections were silenced as he watched the bottom of his girlfriend's jeans split open as her ass grew. At last Abby's jeans burst open revealing a large ass, a pair of very stretched panties, and a stubby tail of just a few inches twitching above the ruined waistband.
"Moooooo!!!" Zane bellowed when he caught a snout full of Abby's pheromones, previously trapped inside her pants. This brought on more changes to his body, his own jeans ripping open with new vigor as his body grew. Zane's legs were radically changing shape, building powerful muscle in his thighs and buttocks. His destroyed jeans dropped to his sneakers, his boxers dropping a brief moment later, little more than rags.
"Mruuhh!!!" Abby lowed with surprise when she looked back at her boyfriend. His very erect cock was massive! Easily twice the normal, human size and his nuts were even bigger, larger than tennis balls. Not only were his genitals larger but also no longer entirely human. His penis was now thick at the base, where it emerged from his sheath with a heavy taper to a point, heavily veined and dripping precum. His scrotum hung between his strained legs, pendulous with his hefty testicles, each pumping him full hormones.
Abby felt a strong urge to run away in fear but the powerful urge to mate was too strong. Her new muzzle had detected his scent and her changing body was filling with hormones. In response, she lifted her tail and presented her wet sex, raising her bulging, growing rear, "Zaaaaaaane!! MOOO!!!"
No longer able to contain his increasing instincts, Zane lunged at Abby landing roughly on her rump. Abby grunted and pushed back against him, as his cock missed the mark and slid along the inside of her thigh. With a frustrated snort, Zane realigned and this time his cock managed to push along side Abby's ripping panties, plunging into her.
"Murrr!!!" Abby gave an inhuman bellow as he pushed his still growing member into her transforming folds. Fortunately, her vagina quickly adapted becoming more bovine by the second. After a few thrusts, she was able to accept Zane's massive new size.
Other changes to their bodies accelerated as they began rutting like beasts. As Abby's limbs grew, it became more uncomfortable to for her to remain on her hands and knees. She lurched onto what were becoming more hoof like hands and feet, the increasingly less human, sex crazed Zane lurching along with her. Her tattered panties finally fell away, tearing to shreds as they tangled in her hooves. Zane clung to her thickening waist with his forelegs, the limbs could longer be called arms. His hoof like hands, the middle and ring fingers massive and tipped in hard black nail, were incapable of clutching anything.
In keeping himself atop his mate, Zane left his own pile of clothing behind as well as his gray sneakers. His socks remained wrapped around his transforming feet, tears appearing where the tough black hoof began poking through. His shirt was becoming increasingly tight as his body gained mass. Tears began appearing at the seams as his chest deepened and his neck thickened.
Abby was experiencing many of the same changes, though her simplifying mind was too sex addled to comprehend any of it. Her neck lengthen and thicken, tearing open her shirt. Her chest deepened, beginning to barrel outward, completely ripping open her shirt. Her already well-sized breasts spilled out from under her bra as rapidly grew into the massive milk-makers of her new species. Abby's nipples were growing rapidly as well, becoming long and thick.
_Clang... Clang... Clang_Abby's bell counted the rhythm of Zane's powerful thrusts, "MOOOOO!!!" The bull bellowed loudly as dark black horns sprouted from his heavy head. His dark blonde hair began falling away in clumps as it was replaced with coarse black fur. As the fur spread down his neck and bestial face, his horns continued to grow long and sharp.
Abby's hair also fell away, revealing she too was growing a pair of horns, though much smaller. She also grew fur, mostly white with large patches of black. Her breasts, swaying in rhythm along with the cowbell, worked their way back along her body, growing larger but less human with every sway. Another pair of nipples sprouted between her legs, quickly swelling into another pair of breasts. At last the two pairs merged, swelling into the sizable udder of a Holstein cow.
"MOO!" The pair lowed in unison as came together, the last parts of their bodies covering over with new fur. Zane emptied his mammoth balls into Abby's eagerly waiting womb. Zane snorted and slid off the cow's back, his dripping bovine member softening and receding back into his sheath. Abby swished her tail over her wet vulva and turned, licked her bull's cheek before the sweet smell of fresh grass drew her outside. Zane followed, feeling both hungry and eager to be near a cow in heat.
Some time later...
Abby grazed lazily as her calf hungrily nursed, her tail swishing contentedly. She was proving to be an excellent mother and had shown great potential as a milker. Zane grazed nearby along with a dozen other cows who were in their heat and the farmer had long since decided that his new acquisition was indeed his best bull. Zane had already covered most of them several times, serving his duties at the farm admirably.
As it happened, they were near the very barn where their new lives had begun. The entire herd caught notice of a single young woman hiking up from the highway. Other than her ebony skin, there was nothing of particular note about her and most of the herd lost interest.
Zane, however, felt a strange instinct about her and began making his way towards her slowly. She milled about the abandoned buildings before making her way towards the largest, the old barn. Feeling a building urge, Zane watched as she disappeared inside. Then powerful urges overcame him and ran toward the barn, instinct telling him he would soon have work to do.