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Warning. This story contains transformation, master/pet relationship, male domination, nudity, lactation and oral sex.

Okay. The reason I'm writing this is because I start forgetting things. I start forgetting where Crystal lived or where she worked or what hair color she wore before she became the hottest thing I've ever seen... But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Before we start I must explain that I'm, well... A pervert. Not one that would stalk a girl or anything like that! It's just, I love anthro stuff. Especially with the domestic animals. Anthro cows, horses, donkeys, dogs, cats - all cute and cozy and gentle. Yes, I know, real cows and horses are nothing like that, but that's what I like to imagine them to be. And I like transformation. A lot. I spend lots of time reading fiction about these girls, mutating into animals, getting milked or bred...

Back to the story though. I remember that this day we had a date. Me and Crystal. We were just walking around the mall, talking about stuff when I noticed something weird.

"Crystal?"

"Yup?"

"Your nose looks... Weird."

"Weird" was probably the best word to describe it. I haven't noticed it happening, just at some moment I noticed her nose was looking black and swollen and kinda leathery... Animalistic was a thought that crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed as perverted.

Crystal wasn't someone who was obsessed over her looks, but she knew that I was probably the last one to notice anything like that. So she quickly fetched her mirror and inspected her nose rigorously.

"Hmm... I can't see anything. Can you point it out for me?"

I still don't know why I didn't freak out the exact same moment she said that. On the one hand, if she considered her nose normal, she'd probably think I'm crazy which will help no one. On the other hand... I was curious. Probably not the most noble thing to say, I know, but I genuinely was enthralled and curious. She was transforming right before my eyes!

As we proceeded through the mall and to the video store, I was looking at her closely, trying to catch any glimpse of the change to come, but all in vain. Finally, when I had to tear my eyes off her to avoid collision with a nearby plant, I looked at her again... And saw the most adorable muzzle I've ever imagined.

It was wide and square. Her mouth was definitely a bit bigger, but it was just as cute as before. Short chocolate brown fuzz was barely visible, not spreading too far from her leathery nose. Overall, her face didn't change much though, staying mostly human, but her nose and lips didn't leave me with a lot of options to choose from: she was most obviously becoming a cow.

That's when I started to realize that the changes were happening whenever I wasn't looking at her. Now, I'd rather her change in the comfort of her place. Or even my place, whichever would be more preferable. So when we entered the DVD shop, I was still staring at her with all intensity...

But it *was* a DVD shop and I couldn't stare all the time. So, when we left the store with a Lord of the Rings disc for tonight, her face gained a coat of short brown fur and long, oval floppy ears that stood proudly on the sides of her head. Her breast were larger too, indicated by the constrained front of her shirt.

We went to eat afterwards, and she headed straight for the salad bar while I ordered some chicken. Next time I saw her, her breasts were even bigger, and she obviously wasn't wearing a bra anymore: her nipples (which have undergone a growth of their own) were outlined by her shirt quite well. However, that was not the most notable change. That would be her softened tummy, that put even more pressure on her poor shirt. We proceeded to the table.

Naturally, she didn't change at all while we were eating. I tried to find out if she felt the changes and, as expected, she wasn't noticing it at all. She wasn't reporting any discomfort or anything like that. She seemed more than okay too. We talked about Star Wars and Star Trek and Lord of the Rings and all the other nerdy things we enjoyed. And then she excused herself to the restroom.

I well realized I couldn't possibly follow her and that she would most likely change during her absence. Still, I wasn't quite ready to witness what I've seen when she did return.

She changed *a lot*. Her face was barely any different outside from her hair that changed to a luscious mane of the same chocolatey brown as her fur. Speaking of which, it seemed to be covering the entirety of her body now, from her head and to the tips of her toes. Which didn't quite exist by that time because her feet were completely replaced by rock-hard hooves that clapped on the floor as she walked. Her shirt now served as a bra for her quadruple gargantuan breasts, barely holding itself together against her mammary flesh and big, long, hard nipples. Below her rack, a noticeable plumpness was present in her midsection, covered only with her fur. Her jeans, never big to begin with, struggled to keep her expanded butt and thighs covered properly, barely sitting on her thighs. Below her, a short fuzzy tail was swishing, cupped with a cute tuft of fur.

I know, some people would've find this unattractive, even disgusting. But to me... Crystal was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I watched her approaching my table in all her glory and I barely was able to look at anything else as she strolled.

"M-master... Can we go home please? I, I need milking..."

My heart was beating super fast. Again, I know it's probably not very nice, but let's be honest here, wouldn't any of you be jumping through the roof if a girl/guy you liked called you "Master" or "Mistress"? This situation was pretty weird already, and Crystal calling me "Master" was the least weird of it all.

We hurried to my car and I was relieved realizing that, despite her strange constitution, Crystal was perfectly able to fasten her seat belt. I was searching for my car keys when I heard a loud "RRRRRRRIP!" of fabric, followed by a relieved "Mooooo~". Quickly, I turned to Crystal... To see her shirt finally losing her battle for structural integrity against the ever-expanding mass of breasts, which hung totally naked now. Big, no smaller than an F-cup, each topped with a brownish-pink, long and thick nipple and covered in brown fur, they truly were a sight to behold. Which was exactly what I was doing until I realized Crystal was looking at me, smiling wide. I blushed heavily.

"Don't be shy Master. You know you can look at my breasts anytime you want." - Crystal said. After a short pause she added. "Although now I'd rather you watch the road". I chuckled. Whatever was transforming Crystal clearly didn't take away her sense of humor.

After a short and mostly silent ride we arrived at my place. Once inside, I turned away from Crystal to lock the door, thinking that the changes are already over... Boy, was I in for a surprise.

When I turned around, Crystal's clothes were all but gone. Before me, stood a very busty, quite plump, really voluptuous, stark naked cowgirl, with light brown fur and hair, four hefty breasts, hooves for feet, a long cow-tail and, finally, a pink udder, about as large as a basketball, featuring four teats about 3" long and as thick as a thumb.

The cowgirl moaned softly, attracting my attention to the new important subject. "You need milking Crystal, right?" "Y-yes, Master..." "Let's go to the bathroom then." Once there, I carefully helped Crystal into the tub and on all fours. Somehow, I knew what to do. First of all, I massaged Crystal's breasts very gently, helping out some of her milk. Then I started tugging at her four nipples, releasing the sweet-smelling liquid into the bathtub as the cowgirl moaned and mooed in pleasure of having her breasts drained. Having successfully milked her breasts, I moved to her swollen udder, pulling on its teats to drain it properly too.

Standing behind her, I couldn't help but take a short break, admiring her beautiful form. I rubbed her fuzzy back gently, my hands sliding towards Crystal's round bottom. As the cowgirl cooed under my touch, I continued to rub her butt, caressing her form. Between her ample buttocks, her anus was noticeable, black and leathery and animalistic. And below that, a pair of nether lips, slick with musky juices. Now, me and Crystal, we never did the thing, so I don't know how did her pussy look before that, but I'm pretty sure it was changed too. Her cunny looked positively inhuman, her nether lips dark and puffy. I gently rubbed her lips with a finger, which resulted in a pleased moan, and sniffed her juices. They smelled... Sweet, musky and positively heavenly. I leaned into her cunny, smelling at the juices, licking and nuzzling her animalistic sex as it dripped its honey onto my nose and tongue, Crystal mooing and moaning, trembling under my tongue. I never really performed a cunnilingus before but that time it came almost naturally to me and soon Crystal orgasmed, bathing me in her hot girlcum. I smiled and pat her back as she lied down in the tube, exhausted from both the milking and her orgasm.

And, um... That was it, basically. It was already evening so we didn't do much else throughout this day. From now on, we just... Lived. As if nothing weird ever happened that day.

And boy, is it a good life. I won't lie to you, whatever changed Crystal, made her the best pet/girlfriend I could ever wish for. She's gentle and obedient, but she's still very smart and humorous, and knows all my "buttons", so to speak. She can calm me down or cheer me up in a matter of minutes. She's really good with the gardening (did I even have a garden before all this started?) and cooking, and she manages to make me eat my vegetables and drink my milk every day. It has been a heaven for me since than, no argument here, but... How is it for Crystal? Would she (the *real* she, before changing into a docile cowgirl) appreciate this life? I do my best to make her happy, and I think she's quite comfortable and pleased with me, and yet I'm full of doubt.

So yeah, this is how it all started for me. I really hope whatever changed Crystal wouldn't erase this diary into oblivion, since I barely can do anything else to preserve that information.

P. S. Okay, fuck. Ffffffuuuuuuuucccccccckkkk. I was away, in our little garden, and something was odd about our new neighbour, Ms. Roberts. She's a nice woman in her thirties, very friendly and very hot. Anyway, I asked if something was wrong with her ears and she said that everything was okay.

Except it wasn't. Her ears had lengthened considerably and I swear I could see some gray fur on them. I saw her fingers brushing against it as she checked for her ears.

What the fuck is happening?