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"Rinnnnnggg!" The bell suddenly broke through the dull silence of the classrooms and consequently set every body in motion. Lecturers, freezing at their podiums or before diagrams mid-sentence to let the bell finish it's tolling scream, began to gather their things and flick off projectors. Students, slumped over desks and chewing idly on pencils, sat up with a jolt and threw things into bags and clattered their feet onto the floor to begin using their new freedom.

With the final bell, everyone felt their reigns of the working day end at last and the burst of excitement from it sent a pulse of energy through everyone. In particular, one student, Dustin Elestar felt the little throb ebb through his chest as he lifted his chin from his palm where it'd been settled for the past hour while Professor Higgens droned on about management and figures. Glancing down at the desk, Dustin stacked his books into a pile before rising from the chair.

"Finally Friday!" he thought to himself, a chipper bounce in his first step out of the cramped space between chairs and tables and into the walkway between. "Tomorrow we have a weekend stretching out before us, a land of possibility! A land that will involve myself asking Maliena Menny out, finally!"

At this point in his inner monologue, his eyes snuck back to look at the girl in question. Flicking over a few seats, he found her in a cluster of other girls discussing the lecture and their weekends simultaneously with their soft voices overlapping and tangling together. Since he'd been a little boy, he remembered staring out the window with the girl who had hair like a golden waterfall, tanlines that criss crossed over her shoulders into a weave of different shades, and stayed magically clean in the farmland except for her boots always scuffed with the dust from her driveway. For as long as her family's bio farm operated right beside his family's own home their families had intermingled between the overlapping back yards and shared dinners over the years. He'd seen every step of the way as she went from being a gangly creature who held an exotic, tempting allure that he watched from afar for fear of cooties, until she became a budding blossom who got grumpy throughout the month like an old woman but still wore too much pink and lip gloss. Then, she started to change in smaller way that seemed all the more important to Dustin. Her hips had widened from the stick-like, male figure she'd held as a child and began to create elegant curves down her sides. Then, each month, her chest began to expand and fill her flannel tops more and more and watching her ride horses through the open yard space got bouncier and bouncier. This year, she'd settled into the figure of a woman completely, leaving little of her girlish frame left at all.

Right now, she cocked one curved hip out to the side in a frilled, white skirt edged in lace that showed her bare legs down to her leather boots. Her skin, bare and exotic, glistened with a sunshine-esque glimmer. Dustin longed to have her legs folded over his lap, knees bent so he could stroke along the smooth skin and tickle his way beneath the hem of the sweet skirt. High on her waist, her skirt belted with an oversized, scalloped edge buckle before a loose t-shirt tucked into it in a coral pink shade that brought out the warm shade in her cheeks of the blush dotting her cheekbones with every broad smile. Beneath the t-shirt though, peeking out from the v of her top, Dustin's eyes soon caught on the slight jiggle and bounce of her chest- undoubtedly, unignorable the largest pair in the entire school. Though with her innocent sense of style, she seemed oblivious to the tool right there on her chest.

As she talked, a hand ran up and guided her butt-length hair out of her face where it felt so that it fell over one shoulder, sweeping the opposite direction before she began to instead fiddle with a chain hanging down into her bosom. "Gosh, I wanna see what pendant's on that necklace..." Dustin muttered, swallowing before starting to wade the opposing direction to escaping peers to head towards his long time neighbor.

Brushing past other students and fighting to walk against the flow of traffic, Dustin started to worry. He'd liked Maliena for ages, but what were the consequences of speaking up? "What if I ruin our friendship? What if we become the most painfully awkward neighbors in existence? Getting the mail side by side without waving? What if we revert to shaking hands and sitting across the table without ever bumping feet?" Never mind that neither of them collected the early morning paper or that they rarely touched feet beneath the dinner table anyways, hers were always neatly tucked beneath her. "What if asking her out ruins what I do have? What if I risk it all and leave empty handed?!"

His mind started to race a little. Half of it fantasized about success while the other cursed failure. "If this fails, our friendship will never be the same! But can I really go my whole life never having tried? Just wondering what if!?"

Then, his mind veered. What if she did say yes?! Where was he asking her to, even? Now, he had a new crop of issues to sow. "Where could we go in Kelkoon?" he asked his spinning head.

Kelkoon, of course, was their shared hometown. A town with rich history and aging residents who passed it down verbally still. It's started out a trading post for cattle in the old west, a time period the local history museum (and the single point of tourism in the town) boasted as "the town's glory days!" With it's central location smack dabbed between "lush green fields" and "plentiful water reserves" it'd become a prime time, central place to raise cattle with ample roaming, grazing pastures for them to plod about to get fat!

Some of the eldest members of Kelkoon, often those who lingered within the museum's cafe to search for curious tourists, believed in godly intervention to gift them the beautiful landscape that allowed the cattle industry to utilize the otherwise unimportant plot of land. They talked of an old hag, with skin wrinkled to the consistency of a cow's leather and hardened into a stiff shell around brittle bones. They describe her wearing robes and layers of flowing fabrics like the wind that whistled through long, growing grasses. She's have hair that grew thick and long down her back and swished when she walked with the waggling of aching hips like the flowing of streams. They believe she'd created the lake in personification of her youthful eyes, that glowed with light that had dimmed over time with age and maturation. The creeks that sprung from it were the reason for the lush, green land around them and her blessing to the down. Whether one believed it or not, the simple fact was that their maybe history was the most exciting thing they had to offer, otherwise Kelkoon had few outgoing options- just a cinema and a spattering of family-owned and run cafes.

"Where would she want to go? She goes to these places all the time! Maybe I should ask her to that new movie, Alien Insides? Best of the Aliens? I'm in Love with an Alien? What was it called?" Momentarily, he stumbled over the name of some recent science fiction romance the local theater had picked up, hoping the mixture of genres would attract a wider variety of the town's small population. "Or perhaps I should be more specific to her interests? The cattle fair is next week..." he grumbled, mumbling to himself with every step closer while the room hit its halfway point and left enough space to move through it's walkways.

Reaching her side, Dustin swept his eyes over her again. Up close he could see the thin sheen of her glossy, warm coral lips and the glimmer of her hair beneath the light pouring into the window. He could see more of the chain, too, that dipped down her chest and into the mystery of her cleavage- hiding the pendant completely. "H-Hii!" he uttered, spitting out the frog caught in his throat to speak.

"Oh! Hiya! Just a minute and we can walk right home!" Maliena chirped, referring to their practice of walking towards their neighboring houses each day together. Once she did, she swiveled back towards the cluster of girl's who began collecting her books and the scattered pens, pencils, and highlighters she took notes with. As she leaned over the desk, her full bosom jiggled and jostled inside her top. Dustin swallowed, peering from his slightly raised angle down into the faint swoop of her shirt where he could see the bare tops of her breasts ripple with the motion. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw other exiting males pause in silent admiration as it was no secret she had one of the most developed pair of 'assets' in the entire school. With her cheery, bubbly, and often bouncy personality, she seemed to be oblivious to the fact herself though. For another moment, Dustin eyes the straining fabric that held her breasts as she tipped forward, trying to catch another, deeper look down her top before a small, but familiar voice interjected from behind: "Let me guess you're studying the effects of gravity again?"

Dustin swiveled to see Billy, Maliena's younger brother. Scrawny and growing, Billy had long limbs, but no meat on the bones yet. He had sharp shoulders, but his face had just started to shred the softness in his cheeks. His hair, mussed carelessly, mixed a dusty brown and a bright blonde like his sister's across the scalp before brightening to blonde for the fringe that hung short over his brows. When Dustin didn't respond, Billy raised one thing eyebrow up with a little twitch and and tightened his lips together into a smirk. "Hmm?"

Dustin's own brows moved to furrow together, "This squirt has been following me around for YEARS! Even when Maliena isn't around!" he thought to himself, eyeing the kid's smug face before he wrinkled his nose slightly and returned the look of distaste, to which, Billy glared.

"I told you already, it's for academic purposes. It's a completely logical endeavor." He gave a casual shrug, ready to refocus back onto his mission without this kid in the way, "Anyways, I wanted to talk about something private today with your sister. Can you go home alone?"

A broad grin stretched over the kids face, showing teeth beneath before he chuckled. "Why?! If you're thinking about asking her again, don't bother! You never do it anyways!" Dustin grimaced. His grip tightened around the half-empty styrofoam mug of coffee he cupped in his hand.

He grit both his teeth, trying to let his irritation pass, but then the kid just flashed him a broader, proud smile and he glared and jerked his hand forward. The murky brown coffee in his cup splashed forward, emptying into the kids open sack. "Whoops! I'm so sorry!" He gave the cup a wiggle to empty the last drop and flash a wrinkled, vindictive glance before he re-painted on his sympathy. "I guess you'd better hurry to the bathroom if you don't want ALL yours notes to be unreadable! Utterly ruined! That'd be a pain to study for the test with, huh?"

Billy's face fouled, brows forming into sharp lines as he scooped his strap higher on his shoulder and rushed away towards the bathroom. As he left, Dustin listened to the harsh footfalls of his boots hitting the tiled floor. "Hmmph," he muttered.

Then, Maliena turned around with her books rising up into her arms. Her eyebrows quirked up and both lips pursed, "Isn't Billy going with us?" she murmured, settling her books into the crook of one elbow before pulling her shoulder strapped bag up onto her side to nestle between her breasts, only highlighting it even more. When she moved, the strap even caught slightly on the shirt and showed more of the paling skin of her cleavage. Dustin could have purred.

"Nah!" he said instead, nonchalantly pausing. "He spilled some coffee, he's come back later though!" Then, he curled his lips into a smile and held out both hands, "Want me to carry some books for you? I don't have near as many!"

Maliena blinked, surprised at the gesture and the lack of her brother, but she nodded with a little shrug- much to Dustin's delight. "Well, okay! Let's go then!" And, handing off her books to accept Dustin's offer, Maliena fell into step beside him.

Rushing in front of the walking pair, forward further and further to the Elestar's family residence, Delia Elestar- matriarch of the family- lounged back against a creamy chaise. One arm followed the line of the chair, resting with her fingers curled along its end cap with the bright red of her long, slender fingernails popping against the pale backdrop. Then, her chin dipped down slightly, angling so she could peer out at the room with her dark eyes peering out from darker lashes to survey the space before her. Her other hand, curled slightly, rested against her stomach with momentary journey's up to check the coiffed, short curls of her hair. Even while relaxing, reposing in the quiet privacy of her home, Delia wore a simple but fitted red dress. It ran down to her knees before the smooth surface of pantyhose took over, continuing down to her covered, but otherwise bare feet. She had an air about her, a cloud of superiority.

In the chair opposite, with both legs pair and exposed against the matching white of a complimenting seat, Stacey Elestar. Unlike her mother, Stacey wore a rugged tank top that clung onto her slender waist and rolled up to show a band of skin above where her torn, jeans shorts began. With her head tilted at an angle to let her long, loose-hanging black hair pour out of her way, she leaned over her tucked knees. With careful strokes, she drew a deep black shade over her toenails. One foot finished, the color gleamed beneath the light of the room and popped against the otherwise pale skin of her feet. Against her knees, her bosom strained in her top being pushed into a mound of cleavage as she reached to careful coat each smooth nail in the rich shade. Instead of her mother's perfect, practiced hand of makeup, Stacey's own consisted of barely anything- if any at all. Her lips pouted up, a soft shade of pink with the middle redder like they'd been bitten. Her cheeks flushed faintly, angling with a sharp contour, though it could have been natural. Her hair waved slightly, crinkled either by iron or an eternal from-the-beach appearance. Both eyes were wide, rimmed with thick eyelashes that were always fluttering and sweeping back to show the striking shade of green beneath. She too had an air about her, a haze of too-good-for-you. Delia exuded a female power, a driving force from her chair while Stacey emanated a tempting idea; an intangible charm and attraction- both their own forms of deadly.

With a little couch to clear her throat and to draw Stacey's attention, Delia asked, "Do you know if your brother Dustin is coming home soon?" With merely of twitch of her chin, Stacey grunted with short agreement, but didn't un-purse her lips from their concentrated pout.

Delia nodded, "As I mentioned before everyone in our family is born with magic down the entire line. It was your own grandmother who created the water spring that keeps this place permanently green!" The hand from the woman's stomach lifted, flourishing through the air with a proud spin of her fingers.

Unimpressed, Stacey just nodded, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You told me a *few* times." She emphasized few until it could have meant anything from ten to a hundred. "Grandma liked beef and steaks so much that she created a magic well to help the townsfolk with their cattle rearing and keeping those cows nice and plump! That way, she could eat it three times a day at low, low, low prices!" Her hands waved, sarcasm wafting off of them like the dabbed perfume on her wrists. Then, she blew a gust of air through her nose with disdain, "And somehow the suckers mistook it for a selfless act of aid."

Delia smiled, curling her thin lips up into a sanquin grin. "Yes, and it's best not to tell Dustin about his talents. Your grandmother, bless her heart, thought it best if only females learned how to use magic! Best not to let "men" handle such dangerous things!" She scoffed faintly, as if only imagining the tragedies that could bring! "Just like with your uncle, we should take the magic so you can use it and become a great witch, like me for example!" Both hands now lifted, flourishing and dancing in the air excitedly with her fingernails clipping through the air like the accents on a dancer's gown.

Stacey grinned down, finishing her smallest toenail and peering down at the smooth surface of her biggest toe to see her reflection. Already, she could see the sparkling glint in her eyes at the mere mention of magic. Since she'd begun years ago to secretly study with her mother, they'd known Dustin had power to spare. Now, Stacey could feel it when he brushed past her in the mornings and it set a light of lust in her heart, that power combined with her own, she nearly giggled. If she could get her hands on it... She shivered at the thought suddenly and her smiled tightened into a smirk, it'd triple her current power beyond just controlling herself, duplicating and manipulating- she'd be able to master anything.

"So," Delia continued while fixing an intense stare to the younger woman. "Magic is like a living thing very sensitive and very, very fragile. We can't just suck it out of your brother, sadly." She pouted just little, but then sobered again. "We need to loosen it up so to speak."

Stacey paused in her painting, bottling the paint once again and setting it aside to fix her attention on her mother. Her heavy lashes framed around wide, attentive eyes while a cool smile held her lips. "Finally!" Stacey thought, "I've been waiting years for her to actually get to the point! This is the last step to getting where she is!" A little shiver ran down her spine, building into a flood of excitement that hid beneath the surface of her smooth demeanor.

"Magic can feel embarrassment and emotional discomfort, but not physical pain- that'd cause it to react by attaching more to its host for protection. Magic won't associate with embarrassed, emotionally concerned, or weak hosts. Also, it dislikes non-human forms, as that isn't dignified for it, so we have to let Dustin endure those situations before we decided what to do with him permanently, in the long run.." She paused for a second, rising up in a fluid motion to slip a simple box out from beneath the chair. Smooth wood housed a simple collar that she cupped between her two dainty hands so that it's pendant glinted upwards. In its center, balanced over her fingertips, sat an oversized, purple gem fixed onto the collar. "Whenever such a thing occurs to embarrass him or cause unsettling emotions, his magic will drain into this gem for holding!"

For a moment, Stacey took that in, digesting it with her excitement constantly swirling in the background. "Gosh! There's so many options!" She finally blurted, feeling a flush of her own embarrassment, but her mother smiled encouragingly so she let the torrent out.

"We could turn him into a prize hog! A plump, pink glistening beast! He'd be the biggest at the fair! He'd start out gleaming and smooth with those short, prickly hairs, then he'd move to the pig pen and spend his time wallowing in the mud- that's basically what he does anyways! It'd be cheap! We could just feed him nothing but left-overs and garbage! The dried, overcooked crusts from our pizza or the limp noodles from spaghetti! Or the soured, spoiled apple sauce that clings to the insides of the jar and gets forgotten until its tart and unpleasant." She took in a long breath, letting her air refill while her mind continued to run off fresh ideas.

"We'd feed him the peels off my apples and the inside core with the seeds and the skin sticking to his teeth to force out with a rough, piggy tongue! He'd eat the lettuce that'd rotted that's become slimy and liquefied in the container to a green goop! I bet he'd grow to welcome treats like cakes cooked too long that are dry as dirt and hardened to blackness along the edges or those undercooked! With the slimey, oozing sensation of egg still seeping through the inner layer. He'd eat the meals we try out, recipes tested that didn't work." Her tone perked up with the logical point, but then dropped into a vindictive snarl.

"He'd eat things with too much pepper that'd he'd gobble up then they'd burn down his throat. He'd eat the things just too nasty for our high, human standards! I bet he'd even get the stray piece of bubble gum, lost in the other refuse amongst potato peels and the crumbs of their chips with the flavors intermixed with the grounds of coffee and the dribbles of leaking pancake syrup into a sweet, dirty sauce, and it'd be matte to the tongue with a layer of crunchy muck crusted on its outer sides. "

Her nose wrinkled at the mere thought before continuing into a conclusion. "He wouldn't even blink! He'd just shove his little nose down into the trough! Eating and eating to get fatter and fatter for us! He might even earn prizes for how much he eats! It's such a logical option! A prize, awarded hog who'd live in the muck and eat out scraps! He'd practically be our own garbage disposal!"

"Since we feed him so much garbage, he'd know. He'd see me bringing the most recent load and he's just go red! He'd be ashamed on the inside, but his body would send him right to the trough to each it all up! He wouldn't have any choice because of his piggish nature! But gosh! I'd love to see how he'd glow with red shame at the sight of me coming with the most recent bag! I could even collect from the neighbors, get their garbage disposal scraps with egg shells and potato peels. Oh! And Maliena would gladly bring us all the scraps from the farm! To have his little school crush helping me bring all the garbage from the neighbors on over to dump into his bucket where he'd descend like a beast, hating himself every second for how he ate but unable to stop!"

"Every day would be the same thing again and again! He'd wake up mucky and disgusting and I'd stop by on the way to school with a bucket of scraps and he'd eat in a storm before wallowing in the filth through the day. He'd have to wade through a foot of dirt to get anywhere, little hooves squelching down into the mixture of mud and manure. Flies would swarm around him constantly, landing and buzzing around his head until they were practically the constant background noise in his head, but I'd make sure he never got too used to it. It'd always wear on him, drive him to the brink of madness before dinner time when he'd feel that loathing again as he gobbled up more grime, so eager to be even fatter..."

"Though, that's not very dignified for us. He'd need a public appearance too! He'd have to be cleaned up before fairs when he's plump and impressive. Then, we'd bribe the neighbor boy- Billy with a few bucks to clean him up. He'd haul out the hose and tether him to a stake over the grass. He'd start at his back, spraying the cold water in a rough torrent to wash down the dust and the mud. He'd have to lift up his feet, one by one, and pick out the caking muck and swipe a rag over his teeth and dry out his mouth." A little squeak of a giggle escaped at the idea. "Then, we'd parade him in the summer celebration, let the kids feel his snout..." She trailed off, picturing her brother's distress at having swarming children around him poking and prodding at a plump, jiggly body. Her smile widened, showing her teeth beneath at how embarrassing it'd be for him to be on display at the fair around everyone he'd ever known! His first crushes would see him, his teacher, the mayor!"

"Just picture it, at the fair, when he's our little prize hog! We'd advertize him as FED EXCLUSIVELY ON GARBAGE! People would flock over with curiosity, and we'd feed him hourly at the shows! I'd have a big tub in the food court area! With a sign! Oh yes!" Her hands clapped together, excited at realizing a good idea. "It'd have on it a map on how to get to us and say in HUGE letters, 'Come see the pig raised only on garbage! The fattest at the show! Too full to finish YOUR dinner? Donate it to his hourly feedings!' Then everyone could come watch him eat up their half-bitten corndogs! Their deep fried oreos that had gotten cold and congealed with oil! He can eat the cheese curds that got too much ketchup on them or the deep fried squid or alligator that someone brought in thats too gross! Occasionally, people would ignore our sign and feed him bits of trash, used tissues, or even paper cups but he'd just chew them up and eat those too! He's too fat to be picky! To much of an eating machine to notice the difference!"

"Of course, the fair would just be one of many tournaments for our prize pig! Our show pet! We'd take him to lots to be judged! Everyone we see his fat body, jiggly and squishy. They'd come and inspect him, groping at his softs sides and the give of his flesh. He's big, dangling balls would be exposed to the jury, letting them see how he could be used for breeding more big, jiggly pigs. Everyone would inspect him, weigh him and announce just how fat he is! They'd measure out his stomach all the way around till they reached the very end of the tape measure or maybe even had to ask for a longer one to stretch all the way around him. He's practically be a ball! When he'd walk, his stomach and heavy balls would brush at the ground, gathering the muck of his stall, meaning that when cleaning came around they'd have to get extra attention! We'd have to have the farm hands really get in there, groping at his stomach to rub all the mud out from the wispy little hairs on his gut! They'd have to clean off those dirty balls to before the judges saw them! They'd run the hose against them, sending water p to waggle them between his thighs but, mud is tricky! They'd probably have to reach right in with their rubber gloves and rub the mud out from the little crevices, massaging and groping over his balls to get them all cleaned off!

Just imagine! Imagine if while this farm hand was cleaning him, spraying the hose up to those dirty sacs that Dustin started to feel the little tickle of all that touch. He'd feel his dick twitch and jump to life maybe. It'd start to build, but that helper would just be cleaning and cleaning, rubbing at that stubborn dried mud. Dustin would feel his cheeks burning, getting hotter and hotter. His entire body would flush, but he'd just be trying to wait it out, trying to have some control over himself. But the farmhand, probably Billy, would just keep squeezing and rubbing at his balls, tugging them a little to get at the dirt at the seam where his balls attach to his body. Those rubber fingers would be slick with soap and water, rubbing and teasing more and more and more until suddenly, Dustin would spurt creamy white cum everywhere, with his corkscrew penis shooting into the air. His cheeks would burn so pink. Billy would laugh at him! Billy would laugh and laugh and laugh at that, just shaming him. " Her fingers rubbed together, an evil smile spreading wider and wider on her cheeks.

"Best of all! You know what'd happen after that special, fair experience. After all those people ogling and that awkward cleaning and the judging panel...after all that!? He'd get a big, giant bin of other leftover food and he'd spend all the deconstruction time eating and eating until he went right back home to his sty again until next time! Right back home into the muck and grime, waiting for his breakfast dump of leftovers!"

"And imagine his cute little curl of a tail! Wiggling around on his toosh!" She barked out a laugh. "It'd be the perfect little topper! He'd be disgusting and degraded, yet adorable and girlish!" A grin curled onto her lips. "To be so plump and slow, to want to eat and eat to get round and plump yet knowing that will only make him fatter!" Her hands clapped together, "He'd be tormented at it!"

"Yeah, to own a prize hog would be good, but..." She trailed off for a second, pursing her lips with contemplation. "Perhaps it'd be better to turn him into a prize poodle! With bright pink fur! Bubblegum pink fur! We could breed him for shows, dress him up and show him off!" She clapped her hands, "Imagine how humiliated he'd be to have to parade in front of crowds, all eyeing his curls and inspecting him? Judging his outfits and the diamonds on his collar! We could call him Princess or Pinky Pie! Oh, that'd be the best!"

Her head tipped up, looking to the air above as if a dream sequenced hovered there, cartoon -style to allow her to see Dustin transformed into the bright, dyed fur, tufts left around his ankles and at the end of his tail as accents to only enhance how eye-catching and outrageous he looked. "Oh and I'd alter the normal spell, give him a constant heat. I want him to be constantly thirsting for puppies, wanting to be filled up with cum, to breed and breed and breed." Her hands clasped together tightly, pumping in the air. "He'd be constantly itching for cock, that way we'd always have puppies for resale. Oh, but it'd be so shameful for him. We could be the single poodle breeder in the midwest! Yet, for Dustin, it'd be a constant struggle. His human mind, still lingering inside, would be in constant battle with how much he wants to be bred. One side of him would be ashamed, trying to hide his lust, yet he couldn't. He'd just be a slave to his lusts, whining and desperate. Dustin would be a pink, pregnant poodle! Not just the heat though! No! No! Dustin would be exceptionally fertile! Wouldn't want those heats to peeter into no babies! I want every breeding to yield a batch of fresh puppies for us to sell off. Constantly, he'd have the smallest pups to wean. Feeling little lips suckling and tugging on him, making those lined up nipples sore and tender. We'd make him the perfect female, shrink him down tiny, make him just a small, weak little bitch of a dog!" Her smile broadened, teeth showing like a predator.

"Oh yes, I'd turn his fur pink to the very roots, all of it a rich and bright hue that just screams Barbie! Then, he'd be a teeny toy of a dog, and I'd find him the biggest breeders. The biggest, most aggressive partners to just tear him apart." She gave an innocent little giggle, voice lowering so that she really only talked to herself and less to her mother. "I'd pair him with brutally big dicks so that he'd just be destroyed, but with that heat he'd always want it. His pussy will be aching, throbbing, stuffed full of cum already and just sore, but he'd still be whimpering for more cock... just hungry with lust." She paused, imagining silently for a moment the picture of Dustin reduced to such, but then her hand grabbed for the air.

"That wouldn't be enough though! Oh no! He'd go off to obedience school too! He'd learn all the tricks! He'd sit, lay, stay, twirl, dance, play dead- all of it! Because looking so cute and pink and tiny, he'd be the perfect candidate for commercials! Dustin would become my source of income! He'd make thousands! Maybe a million! He'd dethrone grumpy cat jumping around kibble ads or posing in dresses and booties! I could design an entire line of doggy wear and have Dustin model it! In fact, we could change his fur to match the commercials! We could dye the brands right onto him! We'd get paid to take him to trick shows branded for Purina! Oh yes.. Oh yes... Just imagine how ashamed he'd be with cameras running around him, capturing him in his most shameful moment. Maybe we'd even get a reality show! Then, they wouldn't just catch him performing his tricks for a thirty second clip, instead they'd be constantly filming. They'd catch him eating dry, crunchy kibble while in the background you see me having rich, creamy alfredo. They'd catch him skittering outside to hunch by a bush and pee! Not only would he have to experience that, trying to choke down the food that stuck to the roof of his mouth and seemed to soak up all the liquid in his mouth with its crunchy, cardboard taste, but it'd be on camera for anyone to see him doing it. Not only would he have to be exposed, outside with his butt squatted down to be seen just by the passing cars, oh no! He'd be on camera doing it! With my voice over, telling everyone about my pinky, performing pooch!" Her fingers kneaded together, fingertips patting to one another in a plotting motion.

"But when he wasn't performing somewhere or being bred, even then wouldn't be relaxing. Never. When he's free, I'll plop him in my purse as the perfect little accessory! I'd take him to school with me and at lunch, he'd perform for all my friends. He'd become the little show off for all the hot girls he used to oggle. I might even joke about it with them, "Isn't it nice that my ogling, pervert of a brother isn't around anymore to look at your tits!? Isn't this doggy just a million times better! He would be so ashamed. He'd be embarrassed at being pink and feminine., plus everyone would see him as such! Everyone at school! Everyone at all the shows! Everyone nationwide on the television set! Everyone would see as Dustin was reduced into a little tool to make me rich and to get fucked to make new, cuter little puppies." Her voice trailed off, sighing out with delight at her idea and just relishing in the mental image of it that she already had, then she perked up with new inspiration.

"Oh! Oh! Or, he could be a measly chicken. Maybe if he could swallow his pride, he could find a new way to be proud being a prize poodle. It is a life of some kind of glamour and we wouldn't want that! A chicken would be better! He'd be so much shorter than us, we'd have so much power!" Her chest puffed up with playful pride! "Can you imagine having to peck up your dinner from the dirt? He'd be driving his little beak down into the ground, picking up flecks of dust and pebbles before getting a grain! But the best part would be after he's eaten. After he's eaten and eaten and filled up to the brim he'd have to lay an egg!"

"I learned about laying, it's not as easy as it seems in the movies and shows! Chickens have it tough! He'd know he need to nest well before it began. He'd feel the anticipation building, that itch, that instinct, that need to push out an egg. It'd gnaw at him. It'd eat up any human thoughts he might have left. He could be missing his normal, strong legs and staring down at his scrawny ones all sad and pensive, but if he needed to lay it'd pick at him until it took his focus. He ruffled and shift on the nest, sitting and just waiting for a half an hour or more! All the while, he'd know what was coming. Every second he'd thinking to himself, "I'm going to have to push out an egg. I'm going to lay." He'd feel himself fidgeting, picking at the dry, dusty straw and getting more and more excited. His tail would lift and shake, the feathers would spread and begin to expose him.

The feathers would lift and flutter out of the way of his little slit, the vent, and he'd feel the air rush against his hot vent. Suddenly, the urge would hit! He'd jump to his feet, spreading both legs wide in anticipation of this oversized package. He'd be open and exposed to anyone nearby. The egg would just start to push against the membrane of his vent, easing down so slowly. He had to work to push it out, sweating and feathering out while it stretches him open, pushing the egg down between his legs.

He'd pause and rest, beak shivering in the air occasionally before he'd start pushing again, forcing the egg lower and lower. "When will it ever drop!?" he might think, pushing and straining to force it out. Then, plop! The egg will drop with a little droop of the membrane making him oozy and gross while he stands panting, too tired to cover himself or the yawning opening of his vent all stretched out from the egg." She paused a moment, taking a deep breath and letting a second calm her down after the rush of imagining Dustin's building humiliation and struggle, then her grin widened. "And he'd have to do that maybe three times a day. He'd do it once and rest, but he'd never be relieved. He'd never retire from laying those big, oversized eggs! Never! We would have to collect eggs all the time, eating his omelets in from of him and angel food cakes with every meal and for neighboring parties just as little reminders of all the work he had to do just for us to crack them open and enjoy a treat!" Her hair fell into her face, obscuring the faint pink blush of excitement. She already felt the rush of power from just envisioning the possibilities of how to obtain Dustin's, how to take it.

"They wouldn't even just be regular eggs! They'd be the best, tastiest organic eggs ever!" Her hands clapped together with a harsh smack. "I'd order him to forage the ground for worms, bugs, and crickets! The slithering, crunching insects that would wander into his dust patch. He might have to really dig for the bugs, pushing his beak through the mud when it rains to hunt them out and slurp them down! But they'd be good for the eggs, more bulk for them! And the bugs and crickets! They'd crunch in his mouth, I could just watch him eating and listen for the sounds of what protein he's hunting up." Her eyes seemed to glaze faintly and her attention drifted slightly out of focus. "Gourmet foods really are the best... His eggs would be rich, farm-fed bobbles of perfection." Her tongue traced along the plump lower half of her lips. It traced a shiny line over her lips before retracting suddenly with a new burst of inspiration.

"He couldn't feign it or deceive me either!" Her vision seemed to focus. Her mouth tightened enough that she felt the trickle of drool forming and the corner and she righted herself. "I would know if he wasn't catching enough or didn't eat all the bugs because I'd taste it in those eggs. He'd have to work hard though to catch those!" Her lip curled up with disgust as the image built in her mind of him scuffling for the plump, juicy worms with their slime-coated bodies picking up the sand of the chicken yard. She could even hear the dust crunching into his mouth when he plucked up the worm. "He'd have to clean them in his mouth, swallowing down the sand too, but he wouldn't even be the only chicken! He'd have to compete with the other hens! Heck, it'd be his full time job to keep up with the competition for those slimy buggers." Her lips twitched again, half smiling. "He'd spend all day trying to beat out the other hens just for something nasty to meet the quality standards I'd set."

Her lips curled up with a predatory smirk, "And he'd know the consequences of not filling his eggs with all the best things..."

"If he refused or simply failed to meet my expectations! It's just pluck him up! Just like a 'real' chicken I'd capture him alive and bind up those scrawny legs! I'd hang him upside down strung up by his ankles like you would any other poultry. But then, then I'd hang him right next to the countertop! From there, he can watch me preparing. He'd be a plump, hearty hen no matter what and I'd stuff him myself! For dinner! I could make my stuffing from Thanksgiving...the one that Dustin hates! I'd mix it up, prepare the spicing and the soaks and the rubs right in front of him while the anticipation built and he waited and waited. Then, maybe I'd even let him get a taste! "Is it good enough? Need more pepper? I don't want you to be bland!" She laughed with a hard bark of amusement. "Is it good enough for your bum?" She giggled again, smirking. "Once I found the perfect flavor, he'd end up on the counter so I could prepare him and pluck him myself. Using some oil, I'd soften the feather follicles with a massage, kneading his thighs and buttocks carefully and coating his feathers in the goo that will help me tug them right off!" A little titter broke her monologue with excitement. "One by one I'd pluck off his feathers, crooning down to him all the while, reading off my recipes steps and letting him imagine his future. I'd show him the big bowl for the stuffing- "Look how much I'm going to fit into your bum!" Then, once he's bare and smooth I'd get him ready for the stuffing and seasonings..."

I'd start by soaking him in an herb bath and oil to soften his flesh and maybe ease the sting from all that plucking. His nose would fill with the smell of his own dinner! Hah! With the rich cranberries soaking into his tender body..." Her fingers kneaded on the air, imagining rubbing the herbs into his flesh and pushing him down against the cutting board. An image of him filled her mind, the feathers plucked off and fluttering around her dramatically in the kitchen while she rubbed and massaged his bar body, anticipating the tenderness of his skin once crisped and golden. She could practically smell the herbs on the air, wafting up from her work station while he fidgeted and pecked at her feebly, but that wouldn't stop her! She swallowed suddenly, clearing her mind with a little shake.

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"Perhaps though, we wouldn't want to deal with extra responsibility. Maybe we want to drain him in a simpler form. Something more... original. He could be a dung beetle! He'd make his livelihood with shit! Maybe he'd be a roller who has to push and shape the poo into balls to roll with him for dinner later or to sleep inside! Or maybe he'd be a tunneler who bury the dung wherever they can and come back, nibbling from their stores of shit! Or a dweller who can't roll impressive poop balls or burrow in, they just live in simple manure. I'd bet on him fitting in as a dweller, living in the big cow piles on the field, eating up what their bodies don't want.

He'd be exceptionally helpful on the farm! Dung beetles are perfect for agriculture! By burying and consuming the left around shit, they improve nutrient recycling and help nurture the soil! He'd follow after our cattle, eating up their shit and making sure it isn't left for habitat for flies! He'd make our farm cleaner! He'd roll up the sit, bury it, or just eat it up over time! He'd never go hungry here!" Her lips spread over her teeth in a particularly evil sneer. She could imagine him at first, trying to eat other things- grass and grain stolen from the animals only to find his body rejecting it, not getting the right nutrients. He'd get hungrier and hungrier, looking out at the field to see the oversized plops of crap from the cows. It's torture him, thinking about breaking down, accepting his fate, and eating shit to live in it! But he'd give in! He'd do it eventually and she'd stand above him, just watching and letting him know she knew every second that he'd chosen to make a life eating and living in dung.

Stacey paused, her mind fading out as she glanced outside to the fields she'd mentioned. Then, spotting the grazing cows another idea suddenly hit. Her finger jutted towards the window and both eyes popped wide. "The cows! They only eat and graze grass, trotting around the field all day long chewing and chewing and chewing." She mimed eating grass, swinging her bottom jaw in the steady motion with a smile breaking out. "Then, they digest it to provide nutritious, bone-enhancing milk, creamy, addictive cheese, and sweet, delectable ice cream! Eventually, once they've spent a long time chewing and chewing and digesting and digesting, they become a delicious hamburger or steak! Their hides become quality boots, shoes, and jackets made of supple leather." She imagined for a long moment the many benefits of a cow how helpful he'd be in many different times of his life as one of the lumbering beasts. "Think how embarrassing it would be for him to have those big, pink udders swaying between his legs! They'd be so heavy for him and they'd just get heavier the more he ate, but instinct would drive him to eat! They'd waggle when he walked, grazing the grass so it tickled his skin! Oh my! It's be humiliating for him to have udders!"

Delia smiled, peering down through her glasses with a little crinkle of amusement at the corners of her eyes. "Well, he does like big breasts, no?"

Stacey laughed, slapping her thigh. "Perfect!" She pictured her younger brother, nose dragging down to find green patches while he chewed and chewed and pushed out those splattering cow patties in a clump of other cows. He'd look like just another dumb beast, trapped inside his own head. He could stay right here where she'd see him on the farm. "Oh! And there's a cattle fair next week! It'd be perfect! He'd be the center of attention there! With everyone fawning over him and asking how much he eats, how much milk he squirts from those teats every morning, imagining how his cuts would taste once he's butchered!"

Delia hummed to herself, tapping her chin as she thought, "He has a crush on the neighbor girl too, right? That would help, wouldn't it?"

Stacey beamed, having him do all those embarrassing things knowing his love would be there to witness it would be icing on the cake! "He does! That will just push him over the edge!" She swung both her long legs fluidly off from the lounge chair. "I'll go talk to Billy, her brother, when he comes home. I think he could be persuaded to help when it comes to Dustin." She paused, chuckling, "They have a tense relationship it seems..."

Delia pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Are you sure you can trust him?"

Stacey paused by the door, looking over her shoulder back at the older woman. "Well, he will join us-" She shucked her coat on over her skimpy top and starting to step outside, "Or he will join Dustin."

Back on the dirt path home, Maliena and Dustin had just begun to separate. Dustin relinquished her books with a little flourish and waved goodbye with a broad smile stretching up the corners of his mouth, but once she turned that smile faltered and fell away. He then plodded towards his own home. Delia, peering out the window, gave a little shake of her head. "Heh, he couldn't do it after all."

The door opened with a thunk followed by the smack of his bags being dumped onto the hallway floor. Delia bristled at it, but she straightened and spread her lips out into a smile right as he walked into the kitchen. "Hi honey!" she chirped, lifting up her tray of tea which steamed faintly from the spout of the pot and cookies that oozed with chocolate chips onto their platter. Dustin looked up at her soft smile and eyed the treats, feeling a slight wave of calm coming from her. "Did you finally ask that pretty girl out yet? You know she won't be single forever." Her tone was light, staying gentle and soothing while she slid a mug of tea down in front of the boy as he slumped onto a stool and plucked up a cookie to cover his flinch at her question with an oversized bite of the oozing treat. "Kinda- sorta- No..."

He sighed, a weight seeming to tip his shoulders forward towards the soothing presence of his mother. She constantly welcomed him with her warmth and food. Everyone knew she was the nicest lady in town- or so they thought. Delia herself, and now Stacey, knew that any good witch mastered the act of a nice, gullible woman to avoid any suspicion in their communities. She'd gotten it down to sending fresh baked cookies to teacher luncheons and dressing up everyday seemingly only for the taste of looking pretty when she greeted her loving family at the door. For a long moment, Delia let Dustin settled into his wallowing before she stepped in close and lightly touched his shoulder, "How about I ask her mom to ask Maliena to let you do something together?"

Dustin grimaced with a twisted smile at the idea of his mother setting him up with the girl like a play date. His head started to shake while he swallowed and cleared his throat, "I'm not six years old anymore, ya know. I don't think that's what she'd go for."

For a moment, Delia's smile faltered into a little, sad pout and she gave a knowing nod. "Okay then. I understand." She paused, finishing the orchestrated moment of a mother realizing her little boy is growing up, then she brightened. "I can ask her instead if she wants to help us prepare this year's barbecue!"

He paused on the thought, considering the preparation that went into the annual barbeque for the entire street. It was huge! Days or weeks went into it, planning menus, lining up local entertainment, ordering supplies, decorating... "Think of all the time Maliena would have to spend with me then! I'd barely even need to ask her! We'd practically already be dating after that kind of an investment!" He thought, feeling a rush of hope. "Thanks, Mom!" He leapt up, moving around the counter to press his lips lightly into her cheek. He could smell her shampoo gently wafting out and felt the faint warmth of her cheek before the door popped open and Stacey's dry voice broke the silence, "Ugh! Stop being so clingy!" She slammed the door hard enough that it rattled in the frame before jerking a thumb towards it, "Anyway, Maliena asked for your help."

Dustin starred, uncertainty freezing him in place. Help for what? She needed him? Wanted him? His heart jumped in his chest. Hope filled him like a balloon, inflating his thin shell with useless air while he froze in place with shock.

"Well, are you coming or not?"

He nodded once quickly, pushing off from the counter. A hand swept nervously through his hair, only musing it further while his lips pursed with nervous energy. "This is my chance!" he thought with a jolt. Then, he hurried outside with Stacey.

Quickly, Dustin hurried with Stacey along the familiar, between pathway that led from the mainroad, past Dustin's home, and to the neighbors land where their stable sat apart from the house with the door propped partly open. Dustin shoved both hands to the door, barging in with a loud clang. "I came as soon as I heard-" His voice cut off once he stood entirely inside and saw the inside of the stable. Instead of seeing his damsel in distress, only Billy stood in the center of the stable on the hay-scattered ground. "You what?" He mocked, mimicking Dustin's panicked features with a little sneer. "Heard that my sis needed your help? Oh please!"

Suddenly, two arms stretched around either side of his body and two, warm and steady palms pressed flat against his stomach. His sister's glossy, black nails topped the ends of finger tips that pressed into his belly, starting to spread out and feather to cover the expanse of his front. A deep, all encompassing warmth seemed to seep out from her fingers, emanating from them and reaching out across his entire stomach. He felt the heat like from a mug of hot cocoa resting in his gut, throbbing its warmth outwards, but it came from her resting, pressing fingers. Then, he felt her lips graze his ear, murmuring something.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" He yelped and jerked away, but her hold held firm. Her fingers pushed into his fingers harder, pulling him back into her. He could feel the shape of her body behind him, the swell of her thighs and breasts mashing into his backside, but it didn't give him any feeling of pleasure, instead he felt sick at her towering presence. His body began to tingle. The warmth continued to spread, seeping down his legs and reaching up into his chest like he'd sunken into a bath, absorbing the water's heat into his skin, into his being.

"You see," she whispered, this time with her lips far enough back that he felt the air of her words rushing against his neck. "I heard you were bullying poor Billy here, so I felt an obligation as to help him." Her voice broke with a hoarse, rough laugh. "Of course! I might have my own agenda as well!" Stacey grinned with her lips close enough Dustin felt the sneer grazing his skin before suddenly, a cool material went flush to his throat and replaced her presence. It tightened, settling around his throat while a hand fluttered up, groping over the band to find a collar sealed around his neck. "What the hell!? What is going on here? Stacey!? Billy!?" His eyebrows furrowed with anger, lips pursed into a harsh line, and his heart pounded at an agitated pace inside his chest, pacing it's rib cage like a beast in the zoo.

Billy, from where he stood in the center of the stable, took a step closer and locked eyes with Dustin for a briefly charged moment before he looked to Stacey. "She came up with an offer I couldn't refuse." He paused a moment, stepping closer before a hand moved to his pants with almost a wince. "Literally." Then, Dustin watched as the slightest shift in his pants suddenly showed a strange, oversized bulge. It's size didn't seem to match the scrawny shape of a preteenager, let alone one like Billy! Dustin blinked, confused by the massive strain in the front of the neighbor boy's pants and the small droop in his lips, nearly a remorseful pout.

"What's up with him? Why would he feel bad? What are they doing? Fucking with me for not asking Maliena out I bet!" Dustin thought, tugging at the collar only to find it didn't budge. "The hell!?" His skin prickled like he could feel the beads of sweat from Stacey's hot grip forming on the skin, but then the sensation went deeper. He could feel the strands of hair on his arms, suddenly distinctly aware of the way they sprouted out from the skin. On his stomach, centered around the point of his belly button, he began to feel as the short hairs there began to pull up. Their growth started and then seemed to expedite. Hair rippled over his stomach in pulses. The first thickened everything already there. Then, every lock grew longer. The shade of a fading, pale brown like his hair paled or darkened to one end of the spectrum or the other.

Next, the prickling became unignorable. He felt the hair pushing out, sprouting like stalks out from his skin all over his body. His ankles itched. Dustin fidgeted with the sensation of the fur pushing through the skin. Both eyebrows crinkled on his head with the unique feeling of it. He tried to bend down to scratch at it, but Stacey from behind smacked his hand sharply. "Nuh uh uh! Don't interfere with it!"

"What!? What is it!?" He shouted, and his voice exploded around the stable but no one responded. Stacey just glared with unwavering observation on his body. Discomfort spread through his just from the intensity of her stare to add to the oddity of his ankles beginning to sprout fur. Looking down, he started to see the glow of the white coloration. Both eyes widened to the size of saucers. "That's not normal! What's going on!? What is 'it'?!"

No one responded, and the strange growth only continued so that his legs crawled with the sensation. In front of his disbelieving eyes, the white vibrancy of the hair began to cover his legs now too. Seeing it continue up, not staying just on his ankles where it maybe could be ignored, Dustin panicked. "What are you guys doing to me!? What is happening? Have I been poisoned!? What's going on?!" He spun around, fixing his stare on his sister, but she showed no sympathy. A little smirk curled up her lips with pride glowing in her cheeks and no response to his pleas. If anything, she looked amused by the sight of him shuddering with confusion and shock. "Stacey!? What the hell?" Dustin's chest shuddered with his pounding heart. He felt dizzy with mounting fright. What was happening to him and why didn't Stacey, his own sister, seem to care?

His neck and armpits tickled and he realized that the changes only reached further and further on him. Whatever was happening, though he couldn't explain it, wasn't trapped to one portion of him. This alien sensation reached for all of him. He caught a flash of the white growing down his arms and along the bridge of his nose. A garbled cry broke out of his lips. "W-why?! What is going on!?" But with no one responding, his calls were hopeless, useless. He writhed and squirmed instead with the sensation as second by second hair grew over his entire body while his stomach churned. With fear and confusion, he felt sick. Suddenly, his head throbbed with a fast pounding.

On either side of his skull, he felt a little pulse the prickling of the hair but amplified to a magnificent level. Ears budded out of his head- first just jutting shapes that grew out until they flopped over. The hair continued to thicken around his body, covering the fresh shape of ears now while his human ears seemed to melt away into his head as though mere clay to be pressed back into the main block.

"What the hell?" Dustin thought, though his mind could barely form words to even vocalize what he thought. Nothing seemed possible. He could feel his body rippling with growth. Beneath his skin, he imagined he could feel his bones changing and his body growing. "This is impossible. I must be sick. They poisoned me!"

However, Dustin's sensation were entirely right. With a sudden shhtt! his clothes began to tear around his body. His shirt broke down the back to show the tanned skin peeking out beneath thickening fur from summer work in the sun. Then, he stumbled forward. His body strained against the fabric so its constricted around him. A deep, sucking breath of air pushed his stomach out enough to deepen the tear down his back and let a rush of cold air lick his skin. A little giggle left Stacey at this point, jerking his attention briefly to her taunting voice from behind. "Mmm... showing some skin! Or should I say fur!" Her laughter shifted, forming into a harsh cackle that sent a shock of unexplainable fear down the boy's spine that only deepened with the transformation mounting continuation.

"N-no!" He gasped, but the same tension began to build within his jeans. His legs pushed and pulsed with enlarging size against the denim. He could feel the pattern of the jeans pressed into his skin, stamping him with his body expanding and growing every second. His body shuddered, twisting to try and relax his muscles inside his pants, but they were too large. The fibers strained with a cloth cry. "No, no, no!" He anticipated, but he couldn't stop the inevitable release of tension.

His jeans ripped down their seam, parting open around his furred legs. The cool air of the stable rushed up the open legs of the pants, yet he didn't feel chilled. Instead he felt hot with a blush of shame. He avoided meeting Stacey's eyes, yet he could still feel her gaze on him and picture her smug grin. Seconds after his skin seemed comfortable with the new temperature of cool air, something hot traced down the opened gash of his jeans. Glancing up, Stacey's fingertips ran over the growing fur. He watched her trace and edges of the deepening black splotches with her matching nails, like she was drawing the shapes on herself. Just behind her, he could see Billy's own face faintly colored with Dustin's strange, exposed body. "S-stop!" He blurted, looking right at his sister, but she just grinned. Leaning up, her finger jumped instead to tap against his cheek and he suddenly felt the oversized lump of a cow's thick tongue filling his mouth. He choked on his words, garbling them. "Staceh, Gal Guh ga mit! Wuh?" Looking down the length of his nose, he could see the length of the flat tongue droop out of his jaws and slap against his chin. "Uh Nuh!"

Stacey sneered, "What was that? I don't think I can understand you? Cow got your tongue there?" She snickered, even eliciting a shy giggle from the quieter Billy. With her smirk still playing over her lips, a hand pushed lightly against his back, breaking his gaze from her as his unsteady balance took focus.

His knees wobbled, sending him over onto the dirt and hay of the ground. Writhing against the floor with the alien sensations flooding his body, Dustin's body shred off scraps of ripping clothing. His body showed in flashes. His stomach showed when he rocked back, grabbing for his shifting hips with a groan of confusion. His head swam: "What's happening to me? What? What did Stacey do? Why is Billy here? Why is no one helping? What is this!?" He had a million questions, but no answers and the two witnesses to his experience were just watching with no sympathy and no action to help him. He never expected Billy to help him, he'd never been nice to the kid, but his gaze kept swinging back to his sister. "Sure, we bicker, but we're family! My own sister! Stacey! Please!? What's happening?" Yet, her face stayed locked with a look of satisfaction and even enjoyment at his suffering while he clung helplessly to his aching brain while the questions just continued to swirl.

"Heh, so helpless... So weak..." Stacey crooned, walking around him while he tracked her with a pleading expression. "Don't you get it yet, Dustin? You've always been this way! Unable to help yourself! Unable to stop anything. Unable to stop me." Her face broke with a snarling expression, and the boy flinched. "You're pathetic." She scoffed, looking away and Dustin blinked- more confused than before yet with his ego stinging sadly.

Like his unstoppable worrying, his body changed without his consent. Everything felt heavy. His arms pulled at their sockets while everything inflated. His head seemed to expand to twice its size, like he had a focused cold. He struggled to explain how he felt, just so heavy, like he'd gained a hundred pounds or covered in quicksand that pulled him towards the ground with limbs twice their size. At first, Dustin thought it was just an odd feeling, but looking at himself he could see the expansion. His hips widened in front of him and softened. He could feel the layers thickening around his bones, making him feel squishy and plump.

Most of all, while his mind panicked and his body changed, one thing encompassed his main focus; he couldn't stop it. Stacey wasn't helping, and Billy had receded back to a meek witness to the changes of his body and merely watched with eyes wide as quarters. "He's looking at me like I'm a monster! A fat monster!" Dustin cried, trying not to look but finding himself drawn to the child's expression that showed his body like a mirror as it continued to transform.

As if reading his mind, Stacey's clear laughter rang out again. "Ooh! Putting on some weight there, Dusty? You are! I can just see the pudge starting! Round at the edges are you? Just a little plump there... Yes, just a plump little pet..." Her fingers trapped together, lips curled happily into a grin.

His body stretched and began to bloat further. He felt his hips widen while he body rolled back onto the crunch of scattered hay. His nose twitched, sucking in the scent of the dust clinging to the air. He could smell the faint twinge of manure, dragged into the stables on cattle feet. His stomach pushed forward, rounded in front of him. With every addition to his size, his clothes only tore further. His shirt fell apart around his chest when it expanded, showing the progress of his hair in darkening into spots over its white back drop while his butt came next as a rounded hump grew from his spinal cord.

"What are they doing to me!?" Dustin thought, finding his voice in the noise of his mind with a jolt of panic from the cold air hitting his exposed body. His lips parted wide, "Help!" but with a sudden change in his vocal cords only a lowing noise escaped. "My body!? My body is transforming! I'm changing! What am I changing into!?" His mind swam with the glimpses of his fur coming in, a thin layer of dense white fur while a black splotch formed over his chest. The cocked petals of his drooping ears on either side of his eyes. The sharp angles of his hips, making him wince with a strange discomfort when he rolled onto them on the floor.

Then, his head prickled with the tips of horns started to push out from his forehead. "A bull! They're making me a bull!?" He gathered, feeling the horns stretch out, but then his body didn't stop. He had the general shape already with his body mass nearly quadrupled in side while his legs remained nearly the same size so they now looked spindly beneath his plump torso. His chest jutted out, a massive bulk pushing in front of his legs while he began to figure out how to put his legs beneath him. He teetered up onto all fours, feeling his feet shrinking at the same time. His toes seemed to meld back into the mass of his foot while it hardened at the same time, taking on the stiff, smooth surface of hooves beneath his tapered legs. His jeans slumped around these skinny ankles, leaving his lower half bare to the air. He rocked his hands against the floor, feeling the dirt smear along his palms, but he didn't care. He had to cover himself. He rocked back onto his scuffling, alien feet that clicked slightly with their new hard surface. His fingers began to tingle. The knuckes ached faintly until they felt asleep.

"Gah! I hate this!" He cried, trying to reach back to grab onto his pants, to cover himself, but his fingers wouldn't bend. His arm ached to be pulled backwards- like it wasn't natural to leave the all-fours position.

"Why? What is happening?" The tingling began to fade into a pure numbness. He couldn't feel the hay beneath his hands anymore and they wouldn't respond. He writhed his digits, but they sat lifeless. "What is happening to me!? Why!"

He could feel the combined stares of Stacey and Billy both watching him change before their eyes. His skin burned beneath the growing, thickening fur- only making it more sensitive to the sprouting hairs. "Awww! Poor, shy, helpless Dustin! Is this what it felt like to be bullied Billy? Do you think he understands yet? This is what it feels like to be the little guy!? The weak one!" Stacey's voice grew sharper, aggressive as she taunted. "Dustin you're going to know what it feels like to be the weird one, the odd guy out, the pudgy kid... Oh yes, you'll definitely understand their pain very soon..."

Then, the form began to worsen. His massive body seemed to sag as muscle mass disappeared in place of fat. His stance sagged down. A bulge, chutting chest dropped down into a slump in his front. His hips drooped low and his entire posture had to shift strangely to stay upright. His stomach hung and he flushed with the plumpness he started to feel surrounding every additional change.

With a jolt, he noticed Stacey's laughter ringing through the barn. He swung unsteadily to see her finger pointing down to his stomach. Tipping his gaze down, Dustin watched as the fat, pink udder began to form beneath him and burst apart the final shreds of his jeans. The crotch ripped open to show the transformation of his udder in plain view while his cock, cold and small bobbed behind it. A shamed blush burned his cheeks seeing Stacey's amused smirk and Billy's own innocent blush at the sight of his gender already changing while his final mark of manhood watched from a front row seat. The forming udder swelled out from his chest, forming the bulbous sac, then, little teats began to puff out from that, stretching down in drooping fingers or tendrils from the udder. "Bleh!" He coughed, feeling a strange tug on his insides as though something fell right out of him! He fidgeted, feeling the heft of the udders pulling on his underside. Even with the slightest movement, he wobbled where he stood with the alien weight of it on his body, pulling on his insides strangely with an uncomfortable tether.

"I-I'm no bull..." Dustin muttered, though for Stacey and Billy, the sound only came as a little chuff in his throat. "I'm a cow!" Around his neck, sitting around his expanded throat, the purple gem in the center of the collar flicked with its first sign that it'd begun. It sparked like a starting fire, then began to glow as Dustin's mind chewed over the entire transformation. While he replayed it in his head, his crotch shifted, cock shrinking into the little bead of his clit while his body bloomed open with a wide, dribbling slit for a vagina. Billy's blush, before a mere swipe of pink, had deepened into a smear of rouge over his skin at the sight of Dustin's cock disappearing to be replaced with the wide, juicy set of pussy lips.

Dustin's eyes dropped down over his body to avoid the younger boy's expression, watching as the final coloration of his black splotches finished on his skin with their shapes random and wandering over a background of milky white. Where before he could have seen the faint shadows of his muscle definition down his chest and stomach, he now saw the swirling and splotching of the patterns formed over his skin. Beneath that, the brilliant pink of his udder popped out against its softer backdrop. The teats each appeared like flower petals, bright and glowing compared to the white. Behind that, he could see the pink fading into a discolored white, leading into a fading gray before deepening entirely into the leathery black of his pussy lips. Though between those faintly parted forms, a warm, fleshy pink contrasted against them and drew attention to where liquid glistened on the skin with excitement. Then, with Stacey's giggling in the background, he completed the entire change into a heavy bovine!

In their eyes, both pairs massive and starring, Dustin could imagine himself reflected back to him. Gone was the swoop of scruffy hair that fell over his forehead or grew long and framed around his soft features, now instead his face had stretched down into a snout with a wet, twitching pink nose on its end and his eyes seated on either side of its mass so his vision swam strangely with the new positioning. His ears also fidgeted, flapping on his head and drooping oddly, he felt their form sitting them and jutting out from his head conspicuously. Then, his oversized torso. Fat jutted off from him. His stomach kissed the ground with the pull of gravity on its size. In his ankles of legs that looked much too scrawny for his rounded figure, he felt a faint throb of imagined pain- as though his new form was simply too large a cow even for natural legs to hold.

He fidgeted, wanting to hide himself from the stares that eyed how his sex changed and the glistening pink skin of his new vagina which felt puffy and swollen. Worst of all though, with every move he felt the sway and pull of the massive udders hanging low between his legs an inarguable symbol of what he now was, a big, plump cow.

Dustin, suddenly hyper aware of the dust and hay pressing into him on the ground, struggled to stand up. At first, he naturally pushed his effort into his legs but his entire body just wobbled and he toppled over once again. Biting his tongue with a huff of annoyance, he tried again. "Come on! Why?" He thought, only letting out disgruntled noises for Stacey and Billy to hear until he squared all four legs beneath him and tried. Then, he made into onto his quadruped stance, but the heft between his legs tripped him up. Behind he heard Stacey tittering at the sight of the oversized mammal trying to stand in the strange stance.

"Shut up!" he shouted, but only an agitated groan left his lips. Stacey smirked and put a hand up to her ear, "What was that? I don't understand cow!" She slapped her thigh, looking at him with wide, mocking eyes. "Come on! It's not that hard is it?! I mean, you've got a lot of weight to life, but I believe in you!"

Her mocking stung like a slap to the face. Dustin stiffened, finally, he found himself on all fours without too much wobbling, though the strange tug on his groin continued to be unsettling. He kicked at the ground, stamping in place with building fury, but he tripped slightly and stumbled forward on his clicking hooves.

"Hah! Don't try to run before you can walk, Dustin! Or rather, don't walk if you can't even stand!" She laughed again, smirking at him. He felt his cheeks flush beneath his fur, a mixture of anger and shame flaring the skin with a rouge tint. "How dare she!? She did this!? She can't laugh at me now!" A sudden roar exploded out of him, fixing a steely gaze at his sister before charging forward. His hooves scuffed in the dirt with a little puffed cloud hazing around him. Inches from her, with his massive body thrown entirely into the run, a click sounded through his thoughts. His feet slammed down into the ground to a full stop mere inches away.

Stacey grinned, "Dustin... Foolish Dustin, you're a cow. A docile cow. You wouldn't even dream of hurting humans! Oh no, no, no!" She giggled and began to pet the velvety fur between his eyes. He bristled beneath her touch, but couldn't move.

"No! No! No! Anything but this!" He thought, writhing inside the trapped form of his body, but he couldn't move. Her fingers rubbed and mused the fur all while she smiled coyly, murmuring to herself, but he could do nothing. "Hmm... I think two weeks should be enough for you to repent."

"Repent?" Dustin thought, gasping with shocked anger. "Why should I be the one repenting? You turned me into a cow!?" His rage bubbled beneath the surface, mounting with every additional glance at her smug, smiling face until he suddenly felt a strange hand graze along his back leg, wandering down the length of his thigh. "What the-?"

Looking back, Billy had sidled up behind him. The boy's shy, blushing face from during the transformation had faded into a smug little grin that twitched at the edges and widened as his hands snuck lower down. Tracing a finger up along the side of a tender teat, the boy squeezed it quickly. "I guess you don't have to look at Maliena anymore, do ya?" He chuckled, sliding both hands down under the heft of the udder to bounce it on his palms. The skin rippled and jiggled freely until Dustin fidgeted and tried to pull away. He stiffened with the mockery in Billy's voice, feeling a mixture of anger and shame at the commentary. "What does that even mean!? Stop!" He tried to focus on his anger to avoid the sensation of the younger boy's hands fondling him, but the underlying heat of shame underlined any passion he could stir up.

"You've always wanted to have some big, juicy tits in your possession haven't you? Now you've got the biggest udder I've ever seen!" Billy chuckled, rubbing his fingers around one of the slender teats that dangled down while the rest of his opposite hand kneaded and jostled it so the flesh continued to waver in a fleshy dance.

Dustin could barely form a thought to escape from the burn of humiliation. His entire body crawled with a sensation of hurt pride and his stomach gurgled a little with the discomfort of Billy's manhandling. Then, just when Dustin began to wallow in questions of "Why me? What'd I ever do?" the door swung open with a creak and a familiar voice.

"Oooh! Wow!" Maliena's cheery, crisp female voice rang through the air. "What a pretty cow!" Her boots clicked on the floor as she headed in, having changed into a pair of tight-fitting jeans for, presumably, her afternoon chores.

Billy beamed from behind Dustin while his fingers trailed out from on Dustin's pink udder. "Yeah! We just got her in." He tapped the broad expanse of his flank, rubbing through the soft fur. "It's a big one, isn't she?" He whistled, taking a long look down the entirety of Dustin's body with a look of scrutiny the boy could feel his skin crawling with shame. Every pound suddenly felt heavier with Billy's stare. "Plump too! But, I think she can go to the other cows now- you're just starting to milk, right?"

"Yessir! I was just going to grab a clean bucket from here!" She grinned and stepped close, lightly petting down Dustin's side before tossing a rope loop over his head in a makeshift leash. "Come on, pretty cow~" she crooned, but Dustin stayed put.

"I'm not moving! I'm not going to have Maliena fucking milk me! This is crazy! They can't make me be a cow! They can't make me do anything!" For a second, he felt the lead tugging and his heels stayed satisfyingly planted in the crunching hay beneath, but then that familiar click sounded through his head and his knees bent, lifted, and started to step after Maliena's lead.

With every step, she stayed slightly in front of him so that he was subjected to the pendulum swing of her hips side to side. The jeans she wore hugged onto her hips, painted over the curvature of her body. Angry, ashamed, and disgruntled Dustin felt in no mood to suddenly feel his groin tingling with excitement, yet the waggling toosh in front of him tempted just that. Every time he imagined her though, seeing himself silently enjoying the view and letting his imagination wander, he fell back onto Billy's mockery, "guess you don't have to look at Maliena anymore, do ya?" and his enjoyment would morph into a fresh burst of pity.

Entering the stable, Dustin's attention shifting quickly to see the tops of all the other cows heads. "I'm at least a head taller than every cow in here!" He thought, noticing the crinkles of their heads and the wisps of hair between their ears. His skin flushed beneath his fur while Maliena tugged him further into the stable, looping the other end of his rope lead to a post.

For a moment, he let out an inward sigh of relief. "At least with Maliena, she'll think I'm just another cow. She won't mock me. She'll just do her thing. I won't have to think about it! I can just...go to my happy place..."

But then, Billy and Stacey rounded the corner both with miniature smirks dancing on their lips, and Dustin crumbled. With them there, he couldn't ignore the situation or escape. "Oofta! She's big!" Billy said with a long whistle, only rubbing in Dustin's own observation with his revenge-filled grin. Maliena agreed, grabbing a pail and settling on a stool beside him. "So! Let's see how to index you, girl!"

The pail lined beneath Dustin's underside, sat beneath his swaying udders while Maliena leaned in against his side. Her soft, tender fingers curled around a teat, making him twitch. Discomfort crawled over his skin at the massaging touch of her hands. Looking away though, he just caught Billy's waggling eyebrows while the boy mouthed something to him, "All it took for her to touch your naughty bits is to become a cow!"

Dustin's cheeks flared with embarrassment while her first, testing squeeze tugged on the sensitive teat. Milk spurted down into the pail with a metallic noise. One by one, she tugged the teats in an alternating pattern while the pail beneath began to steadily fill up.

"Oh dear!" Maliena cried out at the sight in the pail. "Its so foamy and creamy!" The bucket continued to splish and splash softly as the stream of continuing milk hit the surface of that already collected. "I don't know for sure yet, but I think this will be perfect for butter!"

Stacey stepped closer, starting to stroke along the cow's muzzle from between his ears and down to the velvety fuzz of his nose. her fingernails tease down into his fur, reminding him of his sister's presence as Maliena continued to work his teats so that milk streamed down into the filling pail. "Well," Stacey crooned with a little smirk. "Isn't that nice." Then, lowering her voice and leaning close to Dustin's ear, she hissed. "Isn't is nice to feel like you've finally found your place in life? The place where you belonged all the while? Your true skill and purpose."

"She was just made to be a milk cow!" Maliena mumbled to herself, perfectly timed to Stacey's mocking.

Dustin fidgeted, feeling all three pairs of eyes on his groin where his udder swung. He could feel Maliena's hands working over him, something he'd imagined countless times though with a different organ that the udder she now worked. While his milk squirted and foamed in the bucket, Maliena kept gasping and cooing with delight, only rubbing in Stacey's teasing. Around his neck, where the gem of the collar sat against his chest, it began to flicker and glow with a soft light.

"Now only is this perfect for butter, but there is so much of it!" Maliena giggled, "She has a really big udder!" Her fingers slid over the smooth sex of the plump udder for a second before she chuckled again, heartily. Then, her hand shifted to her own heavy bosom with a little squeeze. "Honestly! It always cheers me up to know that there are even bigger ones than mine!" She gave her chest a little jiggle, making her breasts jostle together in her top. "They constantly get in the way! And I have to pretend not to notice people staring at them!" She groaned, a little theatrically and patted that cow gently before giving the final squeeze of his teat that merely trickled out a few drops. "But, this lady here has a much tougher time I bet!"

With a final squeeze on every teat to test, she ran her fingers over Dustin's flank with a little massage. "Good girl! You filled that bucket right to the brim! The one benefit of having big ole jugs!" Her fingers sent little shivers down Dustin's spine, yet his mind couldn't stop to differentiate between everything he currently felt. Stacey's eyes were peering down at him, twinkling with pride at her doing. She didn't even need to say anything to keep Maliena's silent mocking ringing in his head, not just of his oversized udder but of her knowledge of his ogling. Her comment revealed that she wasn't the naive girl he'd always assumed and suggested maybe she knew more about his feelings and his inner, private thoughts than she'd ever let on.

While Dustin's mind ran, Maliena pulled out a thin piece of blue paper, waving it in the air briefly. "Going to test the fat content of her milk quick and see if it's as good as I think!" She squatted down beside the bucket, dipping it into the liquid and watching as the pale blue shade shifted to a tart and minty green. "Oh! Perfect! The fat content in this milk is at the scale's maximum! Perfect for making high quality butter, cheeses, and ice cream." She tugged a notebook out of her pocket and scratched out the results with a little A+ circled in the corner. Then, she petted Dustin's nose. "You can be proud of yourself, sweet cow!" Her eyes met Dustin's to hold an intense stare before she suddenly started towards his rump. "Oh my! I just realized something!" Her hands ran down the length of the cow's body over the smooth layer of black speckled fur to his back side. "Mmmhm, I also think you would make a good meat cow. Perfect for hamburgers and steaks and eventually, leather products!" She kicked up a foot to show her faded, worn-in cowgirl boots she constantly wore. "Boots like these! I had these made from one year's barbeque cow! Beautiful huh?" she chuckled, putting either hand on his rump and starting to squeeze and knead. Her fingers dug into his muscle, nails prickling gently into the fur while she massaged the plump bottom of the cow. "It's so nice and juicy! Perfect for meat cuts!"

Stacey leaned down, rubbing Dustin's next while she whispered beside his ear. "My, those boots are nice! Imagine that, Dustin! Being a nice, smooth pair of boots? After we've gobbled up your meat!" She giggled sweetly, leaning back in time for a sudden smack against his juicy rump. "It's just so full and round!" Maliena squeaked and squeezed him again. "I guess that also makes your milk that creamy and perfect, huh?"

Her brother chuckled, smirking beneath his laughter. "Well, just register her for both at the moment. We will see in the future." Dustin suddenly shuddered, imagining what that future could bring from a life of Maliena's long and awkward milking with her constantly oohing and awing over his sizable udder and watching them make ice cream of him, or otherwise becoming the steaks for dinner or the boots that clicked with every step Maliena took to open the stable door into the fenced in yard. The other cows, urged on by the mere sight of the gate opening, headed out into the pasture eagerly for the evening already skimming their lips over the short, green grass.

Dustin hesitated, resisting the idea of yet another activity to cement him into his place. "Come on! Out with the other cattle!" Billy shouted, swinging his hand into a huge slap against Dustin's wide ass, sending a rippling jiggle through the flesh that seemed to go through his entire back side and force him to jump forward into motion and out into the pasture while his ass stung and tingled with a red hue beneath the fur.

Grumbling internally, Dustin followed the other cows out of the barn and into the pasture. "This is impossible! How do these cows walk! No wonder you never see a cow running..." He complained to himself, feeling the slight sway of his udder with every step and the strain on his legs of his heavy body. He ambled slowly out into the grass, swearing and muttering. "I can't believe Stacey did this! She turned me into a cow! For two weeks? At least!" The other cows glanced his way, shifting away as if disgusted with his ungraceful waddle on unsure legs and the soft grunts of complaints that left his mouth. When they walked, they seemed unbothered by the lesser weight of their shorter, slimmer bodies coupled with a natural instinct for their form.

"Yeah! Go away!" He thought, shaking his head slightly. "Now I have to spend two weeks being disgraced as a cow! Even the other cows don't like me! I have to be milked and indexed by Maliena! Every day! For two weeks! And what the hell is this!?" He glanced down at the strange gem sitting against the white fur of his chest. He felt as though none of this made sense, yet no one was explaining. A panicked, childish feeling of fright was mounting in him with all the unexplainable activity. "What is Stacey trying to do to me! Why am I wearing this? Why a cow?" He winced, realizing his own recognition of himself as a lumbering barn animal. His eyes fell once again to the swaying heft of his udders beneath, their little teats waggling with every step and the wrinkle of distaste in his forehead deepened. "Why me?"

From deep in his stomach, a sudden gurgling interrupted his thoughts. His attention shifted to his stomach, hanging low beneath him and faintly sloshing side to side with every step he took. Despite being a big cow- taller than the others, Dustin still found his body to be plump as the fattest cow on the field! Extra, squishy padding clung to every part of his body, even with the weight stretched over his taller frame. "How can I be so plump when I'm taller!" He cried, starting to feel a nagging sensation at his size. Stepping forward, he looked to to see that his hooves barely peeked out over the plump expanse of his chest and he felt the longer grasses tickling the underside of his belly.

"I can't spend my time as a fat cow! This is so demeaning!" Though, a new insight hit him suddenly, a macabre voice from deep inside: "You might not be spending long at all as a fat cow being indexed as a potential meat cow, Dustin..."

He flinched at the thought of losing even this way of living. "They wouldn't really let them use me as a meat cow would they!? To become burgers or steak? Leather boots!?" He could hear the repetitive clicking of Maliena's shoes in his mind. "I could end up around my own sister's feet, a prize from her cruelty!" He shuddered again, feeling a sudden burst of fear at the thought, though he couldn't help but put himself through further misery by logically planning the possibility of this happening. "I know this is a bio-organic one that has high end products for specialty market, but they still believed in old fashioned non-machined business...." He started to murmur to himself, "Customers could ask for anything anytime they wanted, they'd fill an order as an order, specially if it came from a local!"

His eyes fell on the road, staring thoughtfully out along the dusty path that traced up till it faded into the treeline by the highway. Sitting peacefully, quietly beside the road was his own house just a few hundred yards further from where he stood. He could see, faintly, that someone wandered through the kitchen most likely preparing dinner. "I'm sure that's my mom!" He suddenly realized, flashing back to his mother's constant stories. "She always talked about magic! Every story involved magic and tricks and spells and charms! I bet she knew something about whatever Stacey did to me!"

His feet kicked up a little with excitement, shuffling him closer to the line of sight to his house along the end of the field's range. There, he hovered with his gaze flitting from the door to the window of his home, tracking his mom's movements inside. "It's worth a shot! She'll come outside eventually!" For a long minute, he just stood and watched, but then his stomach nagged at him again.

"If I'm gonna linger here and wait, I might as well be productive!" He twitched a little with excitement and started to walk slowly in a circle. "I might as well try to walk off some of this fat! A lighter me would feel better, plus if I'm scrawny they won't mark me as a meat cow anymore!" The thought jolted him with hope and he stumbled into a faster pace. Around him, faintly, dust kicked up through the grass, but he continued to walk round and round.

From a distance, leaning against the wall of the barn with a distant expression, Stacey watched her brother start his slow exercise. She smiled slowly and chuckled a soft cough of a laugh. "So, that's what you think you're doing, huh..." She lightly slapped her knee, enjoying her own amusement before she fished her phone from her pocket. "We'll see-"

Dustin continued to pace in his steady circle, pushing to keep the speed up. His breath started to hitched. He huffed and puffed faintly with a heave in his chest. "Golly, this is more difficult than I thought it'd be." With every step, his feet fell into the steady rhythm of his pace without issue, but the heavy weight of his udder bounced and wobbled with every sign of motion!

When he turned into the arc of his circle, the hefty thing would sway to the side. Then, with each step it'd jostle beneath him and bounce. He could feel the rippling sensations over the skin. The next edge of the circle, it'd repeat! "I can't keep this up for long!" He cried internally, though he continued to push his heavy body forward step after step until the nearby cows started to admire his obvious passion. They glanced up from their chewing and eyed him with curious mixtures of confusion and interest. Jaws working steadily over grass-filled mouths, they stared up at Dustin's frame trotting around and around until a familiar sight distracted the exercising cow.

Delia, hugging a brown- paper grocery bag to her chest, walked up towards the house. "She must have been out shopping! I never even spotted her leaving!" Though, it made sense for her to duck out for ingredients. He jolted forward, stumbling to the fence. "Mom! Mom!" He called, though instead a long, powerful bellow echoed out over the air from his mouth. His cheeks flared with shame. "I can't speak!" He realized again.

With the loud noise, Delia glanced up, but then quickly continued again with a mere glance at the cow standing beside the fence. Dustin panicked. "Dammit! I have to try again!" His lips parted, straining to put his full force into a loud 'moooo.' The drawn out vowel hummed through the air, stopping the walking woman.

Again, she looked up to him with wide, attentive eyes. This time, one hand relinquished the bag and waved at him in bemused greeting. But again, after the short response, she started to walk again. "No! No! No! This is my chance!" He thought, straining to shout again, releasing a fresh bellow towards Delia. And suddenly, the sound seemed to repeat from behind him!

Spinning, he saw his audience had lifted their heads and parted their lips to join him, adding their melancholy lowing to his own agitated cries. Dustin bristled at the idea that the cows had responded to his communication before a human. "What does that mean for me?" He thought for a moment, feeling his stomach bloom with a churning worry for the concept, but then- to his surprise- Delia's face met his again with a broad smile. Finally, she began to stride towards the fence line.

"Ah ha! She's coming! This is it! This is it!" Dustin teetered with an excited wiggle while Delia approached, her own voice breaking out. "Hi there, pretties!"

Reaching the fence, she smiled at the mix of cows. "Having a nice day?"

"No! No I am not! Mom, you gotta see its me! It's Dustin! Stacey's evil! Stacey turned me into a cow somehow and they indexed me and, and I could be a meat cow! Mom! I could be a meat cow!" Dustin rushed to explain. The words gushed from his mouth and his mother's eyes widened, but then, he realized only bellows were exploding from his yawning mouth. His mother's eyes weren't staring with shock at his story, but from the amount of noise the strange cow made.

"She doesn't understand me..." he thought, a sudden sinking sensation tugging his stomach lower. "She doesn't understand at all. I can't communicate." The sign of hope he'd held his mother as, her flicker of light in a dark situation had dimmed. She didn't seem to be able to help at all anymore.

As if to rub it in, she shook her head a little, "Why are you making such noise?" She chuckled, waving a finger in the air with sudden realization. Dustin's heart skipped- "Maybe she's seeing something in my eyes! Eyes never change, right!? There's a chance! She's getting my magical vibe! She sees the real me! This is it, momma! Change me back!"

"Oh! I know! You must be hungry!"

Dustin deflated. The glimmer of hope. The faintest flicker in the dying light of escape had blown out. His mother didn't recognize him. She just thought he wanted food! "No wonder she thinks so!" he cried, thinking of his dangling stomach.

"Yes! You are hungry, aren't you, Miss Moomoo!" Dustin went flat. His ear tips heated to a reddish flush at the nickname. Oblivious to his inner shame, Delia just beamed at him and fished out a shiny, red apple from her groceries and thrust it out on the palm of her hand. "Here!"

Dustin's eyes both widened. The red skin, unbroken, supple, and utterly smooth seemed to glisten in the pale sunlight. He could envision the juicy insides. It fascinated him. Every piece seemed perfect. The short, smooth stem jutted from the top with the smallest of dainty leaves waving off its stalk. "Eat me!" it screamed. His eyes seemed to glaze over, staring with a wanton expression of hunger. He had to eat that apple! Now!

His neck stretched out, lips slowly taking in the side of the fruit and slicing off a portion with his dull teeth. The juice trickled over his lip and wafted out with its tantalizingly sweet flavor. The first bite fueled the rest, chomping it quickly right from his mother's palm.

"There!" she chirped, "Have a nice day now!" And, humming to herself, she continued on her way to the house. Dustin lingered by the fence, suddenly feeling a warm emanating from his stomach. In fact, his entire body started to tingle with new heat after eating the apple. He could feel it stretching out with tendrils of warmth reaching out across every square inch of his form. "What is happening to me? What now?"

His eyes swung over his body, searching for a change until he caught the sight of the ground out of the corner of his eye. "Has the grass always been so green?" he mumbled, suddenly staring down at the bright, fresh stalks of grass reaching up from the ground. The color seemed to be the brightest around, everything else dimmed. "It's so juicy... so tasty looking..." He swallowed, feeling his throat ache. His stomach gurgled. "What's the last time I ate anything? It's been so long..."

He bent over, letting his lips brush to the grass before he chomped down over the short lawn and began to eat continuously in the same rhythm as the others. Together, while the sun slowly sunk across the sky, they drifted over the yard chomping and chewing, just chomping and chewing.

When at last the moon had taken its place in the guard's desk in the sky, letting the sun go home to rest, Dustin glanced up from the grass and felt a small chill in the air. Lazily, he settled beneath a tree with his chin nestled on the soft ground. His eyes closed, trying to relax and sleep beneath the deep darkness of the sky, but sleep didn't come. Then, the temperature dipped down, ice skimmed the top tips of the uneaten grass, and the other cows rushed to side of resting Dustin. Their bodies pressed in around him, cuddling into one another until the wind skirted around their shared mass and warm inside the pile, Dustin slept.

Once the sun had re-taken its place and heat melted the faint frosting into dewdrops over fresh grass, Dustin's eyelashes began to flutter and lift from his closed eyes. The scene blurred in front of him. The blue sky melded down into the mass of black and white meshes in front of his eyes. "What the hell?" He muttered, realizing that- as the spaces began to clear in his mind- that the melding black and white was the layering of black and white speckled cows piled around him. A chin rested over the top of his leg, keeping the sleeper's head off the cooler ground and using some of Dustin's padding for a pillow. Another head stretched onto his backside, balancing over his haunch while various backs leaned into him for warmth and comfort in the night. "Get off me!" He shouted, but it came off as a grunt that didn't deter the cows from continuing to idle over him. He writhed, struggling to push the other cows off. His limbs felt heavy beneath the other animals. Glancing down, his stomach seemed wider than yesterday! "W-what?" He mumbled, a jolt of worry giving him the energy to pull himself out beneath the other cows and onto his feet where he stared down. "I'm fatter than yesterday!"

He took a step, starting into an instinctual pace that quickly stopped because of the uncomfortable waggling of his udder acting to only remind him of his crisis. "Even with trying to exercise, I got plumper! How!?" With a wince, he stopped walking. His udder felt tight, nearly painful. It ached with fullness and even the slight movement of walking seemed to strain the full appendage.

Suddenly, a clear, familiar voice rang through the air, "Morning! Milky, milky!" he looked to see Bill standing beside the stable's open door with a bell in his hand, tolling loudly with every full swing. The cows, still bunched beneath the tree, hurriedly fell into a groggy trot towards the sound with their ears twitching eagerly for their release. Dustin hesitated. "If I go, Billy will milk me! He'll treat me like just another cow! It'll be like acceptance, but if I don't..." He shuddered. The tension in his udder felt like it could burst. He took a single step, and it grazed against his legs, tingling with sensitivity.

"If I don't get milked, I'd have to last through this all day." He started to follow the others, ignoring the nagging sensation of humiliation starting to heat up his cheeks while his udder swayed beneath. The pink sac scraped between his wide, thick haunches. He felt the fur sliding against the smooth, bright pink flesh and nearly whimpered. When a teat would bump into his leg, he felt a droplet of milk leak out and roll down the length of his leg. The other cows mingle in a line shape, impatiently nibbling at the thin layer of grass around the stable while a single cow stands within beside the seated, working Billy. Dustin can hear the metallic noise of milk emptying into the bucket and the pleased mooing of the cow being milked, releasing the heavy tension that ached inside every udder.

With a cluster of cows in front, every second that ticked passed saw an increase in the mounting tension in Dustin's udders. The skin felt stretched to hold the capacity of milk that sloshed inside. His teats ached, throbbing with the need for Billy's squeezing, massaging fingers that emptied cow after cow in front of him. Bucket after bucket set aside until Billy sat beside three mostly-filled pails and every other cow had trotted past Dustin and back into the field. Dustin's turn at last had arrived. "Finally! Relief!" He cried.

"Well, I'm done!" Billy stood up, brushing off his dusty jeans and starting to gather his things in preparation to leave. Dustin starred, blinked, and blurted, "What?" Reluctantly, he let out a soft moo of complaint. He didn't want to be passed up. He needed this. He stepped forward towards billy, repeating the sound softly even with a wince. "I don't like this one bit! But I can't last all day with this 'thing!'" Even the small step forward had it weighing him down, scraping to his legs again with a constant aching tension.

Billy grinned, "I thought you didn't like being treated like a cow, now you say you WANT to be milked? You know this is something a cow does. A cow's day starts with a good, long milking. It's a cow's instinct to search for where it'll be milked. Do you feel that need? That longing for release? Are you starting to think like a cow, hmm?" Billy's eyes glinted, sparkling with his revenge.

Dustin's ears drooped. "It's not my fault!" He blurted but then even his inner voice calmed to a pitiful whimper. "It's not my fault that my body won't even listen to me. You were the ones who started this!"

"Poor, poor Dustin. He acted so tough yesterday!" Billy laughed, slapping his knee sarcastically. "Pretended to be so rebellious and against us, now here he is in the milking line! Mooing for attention!" He laughed again, setting a fresh bucket on the ground with a loud clang, Dustin nearly jumped. It seemed to beckon to him, to signal release, relaxation, necessity. "You're thinking about the bucket now. You know that bucket means you can relax, you can get rid of all that thick, creamy milk..." Billy began to stalk closer, sneering now with building confidence in his mockery. Dustin's head hung low, though he couldn't stop eyeing the sool and bucket wantonly, desperate for what they represented.

Beside him, Billy crouched. His hand slapped against Dustin's filled, tight udder. The sound echoed out through the barn. Dustin twitched and the sensation rippled through his sensitive organ while the skin rippled with the slap. "This is your chance to study gravity first hand, isn't it?" Billy laughed again, this time a deeper, fuller laugh. His fingers tapped against the skin a few more times, adding to the jostling, jiggling motion that wobbled through Dustin's underside and only added to the burning flush of shame that had colored his neck.

Deep in the gem, the light flickered dimly and glowed with Dustin's embarrassment for coming willingly to this treatment. He came to the barn, he waited, and now he was mocked. He chose though to come to the barn and wait for Billy. He needed Billy, and now everything he'd ever done to the boy haunted him.

"Okay. I have an idea." Billy said, sitting back slightly on his haunches so Dustin could see his hands drop to his thighs. "You help me, and I'll help you." Then, his hands slide up and began to undo the buckle of his belt.

"You see, when your sister came here yesterday to convince me to help her, I called her insane for believing in witchcraft." He paused a short beat while the metallic shuck of his belt opening rang through the barn. "She seemed a bit offended, and I got this." The zipper hissed and his pants fell open. From the parting fabric, a fully-formed bull cock flopped out over the backdrop of hanging, heavy balls. Instantly, a thick musk filled the air. The scent exploded out from the young boy's groin like a smoke bomb had released it.

The bull hung low, spilling out of the boy's pants at a shocking proportion to his body. A scrawny kid, paired behind the oversized velvety black balls seemed nearly comical. Then, the girth of the jutting length matched that of the kid's arm. Dustin felt something inside of himself twisting. His groin twitched and twinged at the sight while his nostrils flared around the thick smell. It hung in his noise, practically burned his eyes, and clouded his mind.

"It's been quite active, you see. And there is this barnyard smell I can't get rid of! Why don't you use that nice, rough cow tongue of yours for something else than stuffing yourself!" The double whammy hit Dustin behind a veil of the musk in the air. With his body on edge from his filled udder and starting to bloom with reaction to the male scent, the reminder of his oversized tongue, perfect for scraping up grass as it had all afternoon, but that also blocked his speech in his transformation and robbed him of his vice stung deeply. For a second, injury set a spark of anger in the cow, but the tension in his udder, the straining sensation reminded him of his other issue and the peril of not releasing the build up of milk. He stepped closer, hesitantly.

"Now come on, I saw that tongue working yesterday on the yard! It a good enough job of tugging up grass so I think it can clean me up!" Dustin flushed darker and heated the skin beneath his fur until the white seemed to glow, but Billy waited with a smug expression. "I know you want help with your unruly... bovine characteristics, and so do I! It's only fair! Come on, put that baby to use..."

Dustin swallowed, finally close enough to nuzzle the long, girthy cock with his furred muzzle. The cock instantly began to grow and stiffen. It grew slowly, but the dick already had such length, that Dustin quickly had to use more than his muzzle to work on it. His tongue extended, tracing up the thickening size while Billy stared down from above. Dustin tried to ignore his human mind and block it out as he completed the task, but it stayed there constantly with shame and anger intermixing together while his tongue worked along the underside of the bull shaft. Billy thrust slightly, pushing the rough tongue down against his balls. "Why don't you get to cleaning instead of just playing. I know you like it and all, but I have other chores..." He chuckled, guiding Dustin's tongue tip to the very center of the musk scent. The scent of the manly smell filled his mouth while he licked over the base of the boy's balls where the sac stretched down from his body and short hairs stuck to the cow's tongue. Billy's smug voice constantly added insult to injury, not letting Dustin forget any element of his torment.

While the tip of his tongue traced into every nook and cranny near the boy's balls, Dustin tried to divert his gaze away from the scene. Billy's eyes were staring, unwaveringly, at the sight of his tongue bathing over his balls. The musky scent seemed to cling to Billy's body, forcing Dustin to lap over each spot repeatedly, working his mouth in a steady pattern over the heavy, swaying balls beneath until the rest of the length gave an impatient throb and rubbed up to his cheek. "That's it, Bessie. Good girl." Billy crooned, adding a nagging sensation of embarrassment to the cow as her tongue traced up his cock. The raspy, rough texture of the animal's tongue sent shudders up the smaller boy's spine. His cock twitched, oozing out a dob of precum out from the tip so that it ran down the length.

"Better lick that up!" Billy urged, using his hips to guide his shaft into Dustin's warm mouth, finding that the clench of the cow's muzzle only added to the mess dribbling out from the head. Dustin's lips hugged around Billy's thick girth of bull cock. The flavor of the musky, salty cum lingered in his mouth, filled his mouth, and swallowed up his entire mind. Dustin's brain seemed to cloud while foggy images began to form. Behind him, behind the overfilled, plump shape of his udders, he felt the folds of his bovine pussy wettening. He felt the droplets of liquid form between the velvety lips, leaking down onto his thighs.

Then, the images began to solidify. He saw Billy's balls swinging, smacking into his ass with every hard thrust that stretched those lips wide, filling his tunnel with the thick, throbbing length. A soft moo left his lips, buzzing his lips around the cock that began to slip between his lips in a slow, pumping motion. Dustin blinked, trying to focus, but that image kept repeating. He saw Billy's hand gripping onto his thick haunches with the fingertips curled hard into him, using his wide sides as handles to guide his ass back to him. The lewd, slurping motion of his wet cunt filled his mind, a mere imagination of rough, needful sex.

"W-why am I so aroused?" Dustin cried to himself, trying to ignore what his brain made up, but the musk in the air seemed to cloud him too much to clear the thoughts. The bite of the salty precum dripping into his throat tugged his attention the rough direction. The wet, slick noises of Billy pumping into his muzzle, past velvety lips and onto the bed of his rough, swirling tongue echoed in his ears, nearly covering the sound of his own voice. "How can this little squirt make me so horny?!"

"This is the same little kid that's been following me around for years! Was it the cock?" His mind suddenly jumped at the idea of Billy's cock, refocusing on licking over every inch. His lips puckered and tightened around the length, slurping on it to clean the slick coating of precum that drooled down along every inch. The thick girth began to twitch and jump along the roof of his mouth until Billy grunted sharply, shooting off a rope of cum right into Dustin's mouth.

Then, rope after rope followed. Every second came with another gush of cum until Dustin felt a sudden urge to suckle down the salty spunk. His lips tightened, working along the twitching, spasming dick to suck out every drop. Then, his throat constricted with the hard swallow that sucked down every drop of the cum.

As he finished, Billy gave a final, soft grunt before tugging back and zipping his pants back up and hiding away the limp, slacking cock. "Mm-Mm, you'll make one bull very happy someday."

Dustin's nose crinkled, a sting shooting through him at the comment at first, though beneath he felt a strange sensation of warm contentedness at the idea. "Huh.." He thought to himself, though a haze still lingered over his mind and even trying to understand his own feelings became too much. Dustin didn't get much time to think it over before Billy smacked a hand to his flank, "Have you been gaining weight?"

Dustin blinked, a sudden sense of embarrassment rushing through him and coloring his cheeks as the faint clatter of the bucket settling beneath his aching udders rang out into the barn. "W-what does that even mean?" Dustin thought, worriedly shifting as he realized Billy would be sitting inches from his pussy that still glistened with wetness from his arousal. "How have I gained weight? It's only been a day! I couldn't have gained weight!?"

Billy settled onto the stool, smirking while he hunched down towards the cow's stomach, "You should be careful, the fat cows sell really fast. Once someone spots a plump cow in the field, they just start imagining how much steak they can get from it!" He chuckled, sneering slightly. "I like you a lot more this way though! You not being able to push me aside or ruin my notes with petty clichés." His hands slid down from Dustin's thighs, rubbing onto his stomach again. His hands are soft, working into the squishy flesh of the cow, kneading him slowly. Dustin flustered, fidgeting uncomfortably with the touch, increasingly close to his tender udders.

"Now you're just a docile herbivore, digesting grass into milk." The gem, resting flush to Dustin's chest begins to flicker before steadying into a steady shining. Dustin's skin crawls with the peak of his humiliation. "All you have to do is eat and eat all day long, then come and give us your thick, creamy milk! No confrontation! No meddling with my sister!" Billy's lips curl into a broad smile, a mixture of orgasmic afterglow and pure, vengeful pleasure at Dustin's expense. As his hang curl onto Dustin's sensitive udder, he leans his forehead to Dustin's side and watches it spurt into the bucket.

"Oh man! It's even thicker than yesterday! What have you been doing!?"

Dustin flinched. "Like it was my fault! I didn't do this!" He cried, but the steady spurt of his milk just echoed in his head.

"It's almost pure cream!" The steady, metallic tink of his milk landing into the bucket rang through his mind, just torturous background to Billy's commentary. "Oooh this is going to be good ice cream! Or butter! I can just see the fat content!" Billy gave a delightful little cry. "You make one fine cow! You really do!"

Dustin's eyes sunk closed, trying to ignore the sound of his squirting milk, but it still tolled through his mind keeping him focused on Billy's words.

They echoed in his mind, "Have you been gaining weight?" Dustin saw himself eating the grass yesterday, a speeding montage of himself getting plumper and plumper... "What did I do?" He thought to himself, feeling a stab of self resentment. "I did this! I made myself fatter! I put myself at risk to be butchered!" He winced, wishing the moment after that he hadn't reminded himself of his impending, possible future.

"They wouldn't really let them do that to me would they?" Dustin wondered, feeling a nagging sensation of worry that suddenly broke with a long screak of the gate opening once again. Then, the crisp click of boot heels meeting the floor as Maliena and Stacey walked in side by side with the other cows shuffling behind them at a docile, obedient pace.

"Hurry up! Miss Elestar will be here in a minute!" Maliena commanded, ushering the cows into a basic line across the farm. Her hands shuffled between them, smoothing scuffs of dirt and affectionately scratching their flanks before her voice broke out loudly, "Ugh! How many time did I tell you don't drink the merchandise!"

Dustin's eyes cracked opened, "Merchandise?" he thought, momentarily confused. His head swung towards the source of her voice in time to see Billy lowering a half empty glass from his mouth, revealing a thick, creamy white milk mustache perked above his upper lip. Dustin flushed with horror: that was his milk! Billy was drinking straight from his udders!

"But, this one is super tasty!" Billy argued, only adding a pang to Dustin's humiliation that doubled as Stacey and Maliena leaned close to dip their fingers into the glass, one pink fingernail and one black as they swirled into the thick liquid before suckling off the sample.

"Mmm! You're right!" Billy's sibling agreed, licking her finger clean with a content sigh. Dustin blanched.

"But, no time!" She slapped her heads to her legs, "Delia will be here to pick a cow for her yearly barbeque and-" She cut off with the creak of the door opening before Delia opened with a flourish of her hands, "Hello!"

"Hello!" Everyone echoed back, waving hands and stepping forward towards her. All the eyes, that had before been on Dustin and his creamy product, now swung to see Delia enter the barn with her bright lips curled into a faint grin and her dress swishing along her calves while heeled boots clicked lightly on the barn floor. She brought with her a rush of energy that seemed to throb through the room. Even the cows lifted their heads from the hay littered on the ground to stare towards the entrance.

"Oh man! I totally forgot!" Dustin thought to himself, a sudden jolt of shock shooting through him as he remembered things in a rush."Every year she comes here to buy a cow for the barbeque."

For a second, his realization remained surface level, then it dawned on him what the barbeque implied. "The barbeque! One of these cows is going to be the food at the barbeque!" The faint, familiar scent of excitement at the idea of the yearly barbeque quickly faded into a rush of anxious energy that only built with every passing second as Delia walked closer and the various humans in the barn hurried to address her.

Billy smiled, giving a little flourish to the aligned cows. "We prepared everything for inspection, just pick the one you like!" Delia nodded, starting down the line. First, she simply stared silently as she walked before she started to give small shakes of her head. Her lips pursed together in a thoughtful grin, tapping a finger to her chin as her eyes swept over the entire stock of cows. Already, her judgement had begun. Dustin watched from down the line, feeling a sinking sensation. "She's judging us! She's going to pick someone!" Dustin's eyes tracked her expression, hopping from brightening, some sign that she'd picked someone other than him already. That she'd found her sacrifice. Instead, her lips remained in that pursed, sour pucker while her eyes scrunched in a stare. "Hmmm..." She drawled.

"No, no, no!" Dustin thought, finding himself praying for a smile to appear, for recognition, or excitement. It felt like his entire existence hovered in the balance of her pursed, tight lips.

Suddenly, she paused at one, walking along its side. Her fingers glided through its fur over the speckling of black fur over the soft white backdrop, groping along its flank till it gave a small moo. Her fingers worked up the length of it's body working into the lean muscle until she reached its hip point where the faintest nub of its bone fit against her palm. She squeezed, lips souring further.

"This one is too skinny..." She decided with a small, sad shake of her head. Her eyes washed over it again, eyeing its stomach and girth before nodding to herself as if agreeing with the decision she'd just made. "Yes, not enough fat on this one. It'd be good for a dieter, but not for the juicy, meaty steaks we want! I want only the richest food for my guests! The best tasting! The thickest cuts and plumpest cattle!" Dustin felt turmoil churning through his stomach. Her words only brought back to mind the taunting from Stacey and Billy on the commentary of Maliena. "I am the plumpest! I'm the juiciest!" His stomach seemed to be dropping, falling right out of him.

With a last little glance, Delia patted its thigh before moving to the next, a equally lanky beast. Her eyes swept over its body with a scrutinizing stare. She bit at her lip thoughtfully and paused, just looking. Her gaze hovered over him slowly, taking in every inch, finding every flaw.

Dustin's skin crawled, just imagining his turn with her inspection. He didn't want to feel his mother's hands groping over him! Realizing how fat and plump he was! Nor did he want her staring, taking in the entire sight of his rounded and pudgy, docile and weak. "Her eyes burn from here!" He thought, grimacing at the sensation of his mother watching the other cow, staring until she shifted a bit closer and the beast squirmed beneath her stare.

"Hmm." she murmured, bending to look at the cows long legs. One hand reached out. Her long fingernails traced up the length of the cow's leg, feeling the shape of the bones holding him up and squeezing around the plumpest portion of the thigh. "This one is too tall! Looks like its legs take up its whole body!" Her head shook no, and she moved on.

The next one, she rubbed her chin as she stared. A positive twinkle began in her eyes. Her lips curled up with slight hope at the prospect. Her fingers followed down it's body again. Her palm pushed flush to the stomach, feeling the meat beneath. Her fingers dug in, kneading and massaging into the muscle. Her groping hands sloped down the legs then, squeezing at the thigh with a satisfactory murmur. "This one looks promising... The stomach is plump. The shoulders are wide with lots of padding. The thigh is nice and broad, squishy and tender..." She nodded her head.

Dustin found his breath catching in his throat. "This one? Promising!? Yes! This is it! She'll pick that cow! Stacey will be so horrified I could have been actually killed that she will change be back! This is it! I'm saved!"

"Those thighs could be a good shank cut. Nice and juicy... Yes." Her palm pressed to his leg, rubbing the fur before starting up him again now with a more focused expression. He'd passed the first examination, but now she had to be sure. Her hands worked towards the butt, squeezing into the fatter tissue, pushing the cow's side to feel the give of the tender meat beneath. "And here's the round... the sirloins right here, the best steaks for the barbeque!" Her hand slapped to the midsection where the sirloin cuts came from, imagining slapping them onto the grill top already. In her mind, she heard the sizzling of the grease. "Mmm, I can already picture the big, juicy cuts."

Dustin felt his skin crawling, knowing his body housed the same cuts. He couldn't help but imagined himself imposed over that other cow, seeing the chunks of his marked off for sirloin steaks and shanks. He gulped. "It's okay though!" he repeated, reminding himself. "That'll be the cow! None of that will be me! It's gonna be okay! I'm okay!"

"The rib and chuck too..." She sighed to herself, groping up the rest of him and rubbing along his stomach. "Brisket and plate... Mmm..." With a little whine, she breathed in deeply to catch an imagined whiff of the cooking meat. In her sniff though, leaning close to touch its flank she breathed in enough to catch a whiff of what must have been simple animal smell, but her nose wrinkled. "This one looks like it's lacking personal hygiene! No no." Instantly, all her excitement fizzled.

And with it, every ounce of hope that Dustin had evaporated. "No... no... no, no!" His mind suddenly spun. He couldn't help but hear her voice again, drooling over the cuts of meat. Her hands lingered in his mind, groping over the cow's body, feeling every inch for what lay beneath, what she could take! "But it's okay! There's lot of other cows!"

His eyes ran down the length of the other cows, seeing their heads bobbing and glimpsing around. His hope rose again slightly, hovering above the zero line. "Yeah! She'll pick one of those other cows!"

Then, turning to look down the line, her eyes met Dustin's. "Aaa! Well! If it isn't Miss Moomoo from yesterday!" She beamed, lips stretching out over a wide smile. She glanced at the collected audience with a grin, "I saw this little lady yesterday! She was desperate for a snack!" She turned back to Dustin, starting to approach with her keen eye trained on his rounded body. "Maybe little lady wasn't the right term..."

Dustin felt a singing sensation in his stomach as she approached. The little bit of hope he'd scrounged up that she'd find another cow before reaching him, way at the end of the line vanished. She went right to him! Her fingers rubbed over his head, rubbing over the small lump on his head. Dustin's stomach churned, he suddenly felt like he'd eaten much to much the day before. At the same time, he had her commentary stinging his pride adding insult to injury, or humiliation to terror.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening!" Dustin thought, feeling a building sensation of dread. Whoever she picked would be butchered, turned into burgers for the barbeque, roasts, or steaks! It wouldn't stop there! Not a bit of the cow was ever wasted! He'd be skinned! He'd have his bones fed to the dogs for toys to chew on! They'd take the last shreds of what he had left in this plump, defenseless bovine body!

"Ooh! This is a nice one! It's looking so energetic and plump! I bet the guests would love this one!" Her fingers slide onto Dustin's body, working down towards his thighs. She rubbed along his flank, working her nails down into the fur so she could squeeze along the meat of his flank. Dustin felt her nails scrape slightly along through his fur, creating tracks through the soft white and creasing the black spots. She groped and squeezed the flesh so hard that he tingled, feeling her fingers throb into his skin. The gem began to flicker from where it sat against his chest, glowing again from its chain. Delia shuffled in closer yet, she leaned over his back so that her fingers could glide down his side. As she did so, her breasts pressed into his side. He could feel the heat of her breath tickling his back above where the heat of her bosom seemed to burn into his flesh. She shifted, squishing herself to him more until each orb sat on top of his back! He felt the heft of each breast for a moment before she leaned again, pressing them till he felt the nub of her nipple beneath the fabric of her top.

"Oh my god! That's her boobs!" Dustin thought, feeling a jolt of arousal mixed with equal parts shame. From across the barn, where he'd been standing silently, Billy's face lit up with a grin. "Oh no-"

"Hey guys," Billy interjected to the other girls, quiet enough that Delia wasn't clearly invited into the conversation, leaving her to her inspection, though in fact she listened closely. "You know what I was just thinking of? Dustin's obsession with boobs." He smirked, pausing a moment for the girls to nod, including Maliena!

"What?" Dustin thought, feeling his attention pulled in two directions, "I thought Maliena was oblivious!"

But, the girl shook her head with a laugh. "He acts so innocent! But he's the worst of them all! It's like he's studying them for a project!" She laughed, putting her hands beneath her broad chest. "Seriously, sometimes I thought he would just explode in his pants when I brushed too close to his arm!"

Dustin felt his cheeks flame beneath the fur, the brightness of his shame reflected similarly into the gem against his chest, which Delia noted with a smirk of her own. Her hands continued to work along his back, seemingly feeling for the fat content around his bone joints, ensuring a healthy age and enough meat while she began to focus on how her breasts pushed to him. Pushing closer, she rubbed the pert nub of her nipples to his chest, letting them trace a line up to length of his body while her hands followed the length of his side. "Such a soft, squishing body. So tender." She murmured, hiding her smirk by leaning over his back enough that he could feel her breast roll against the surface of his body, squashing flush to him.

"Oh god..." Dustin mumbled, feeling a tingle of heat from between his thighs. From Billy's musky teasing and now this, his folds were slick again in moments. Faintly, he could smell his own arousal dancing in the air with a spicy, female scent. "No, no! I can't have them smell me! That'd be so humiliating!" He gasped, but then quickly rationalized. "I'm an animal though! I bet I have strengthened scents! If I just distract myself so it doesn't get worse, then it's all good!" Feverishly, he began to focus away from his mother's body flush to him from her breasts down her torso to where he stomach rubbed to him faintly- enough to give him the reminder of her wide hips.

At the same time though, Billy had shifted away to check on the other tethered cows, releasing the ones already rejected back into the yard and idly grooming while he left Maliena and Stacey to chatter. They clustered to the side of Dustin, innocently chatting, while in fact Stacey had a plan.

"So, do you ever like... mess with Dustin? I mean, since you know how obsessed he is?" Stacey murmured, leaning close to the other girl, close enough that Dustin could see where their breasts nearly grazed into each other, intimately leaning to swap secrets. He gulped, picturing dead kittens desperately while his mind quickly delved up memories of hokey porn of sisters seducing girls into bed, putting their oversized chests to good use...

"Noo... well, not really! Though, sometimes I find him a little funny..." Maliena began to admit, peeking behind her to check Delia- who stayed focused on inspecting Dustin's hide with a small brush- "Just ensuring he has no lice or other buggies in his fur! I wouldn't want him adding any special ingredients to the meat if I picked him!"

"Oh come on! You can tell me! If you do, I'll tell you a little secret too!"

Dustin strained, one part of him trying to ensure he heard the girls and the other doing the opposite! His bovine pussy continued to wetten, seeming to yawn open with building want while Dustin's male mind generated a very female instinct in his body.

"Okay! I'll tell you!" Maleina pressed closer, faintly grazing the two girls chests together for a second before she spoke. "There was once, when Dustin was helping me with chores, and I turned away and when I turned back I could see his boner!" A sick sensation burst through the teenager's mind, sending a tremor down his body even as a cow.

"No... No no no! Don't tell my sister this! I didn't know you knew" he cried, letting out a sudden moo that Delia nearly chuckled at, patting his neck. "Now, now. I can't feed you everytime I see you, silly goose! I know you just want all the snacks you can get- it shows in your figure! But all the better for my guests!"

"Oh god..." Dustin whimpered mentally, unable to stop the story from continuing in front of him.

"But, he didn't seem to notice I'd seen, so I just kinda... wiggled around. I just kept digging around like I was looking for something and found this old cup and when I used it- like a mirror ya know? Well, he was rubbing himself! Right there!" He cheeks flushed with a scandalized pink, showing her own sweet innocence in the matter while Stacey ate up every detail, knowing Dustin could hear.

"Oh my gosh! What'd you do?"

"I didn't want to embarrass him!" She blurted, laughing for a second, which given the irony only sprinkled salt onto the egotistical wound. Dustin had applauded himself for the erotic moment, something that given him masturbation material for weeks! "Anyways, so I just made a big thump and said I'd found it before turning so he could stop, but after that I couldn't help but tell! All my girlfriends at school promised not to let it leave our table though! It was just so... crazy!"

"Her lunch table!?" Dustin cried, instantly picturing the table of every chatterbox in the school. All the bubbly, giggly girls that Maliena hung out with who grinned or laughed when he passed in the halls. "That wasn't because I was charming! Ah hell!"

Hiding a smile at the secondary scene in the barn, Delia grabbed onto Dustin's ears, starting to lift them up, peer inside while her breasts now pushed to the side of his face. He could see the pinpoint of her nipple, pushing to the fabric. With her arm raised, faintly, he could smell the sweet tang of her sweat while she pushed into him, smashing his nose between her bosom so she could peer into his ears. "Hm... I don't see any bad stuff in here either! Just to be sure though..." She tugged out a small light, using that for a closer glimpse while Dustin's nose stayed buried between each full breast.

Then, from the background, Maliena and Stacey's giggling caught his attention again. "So, what about you? What's your secret? How have you messed with Dustin?" From there, Stacey launched into a montage of every prank ever played, every peek into his dirty laundry or browser history, and a collective of secrets he hadn't known she'd known about him. With everyone, he longed to be able to speak! To shut her up! To distract, but instead he couldn't even see! If he opened his eyes, he saw only the hazy crease of his mother's cleavage pressed to his face until with a positive conclusion, Delia left his ears alone and squatted down, wafting her sweet, floral perfume in front of his nose while meeting his eyes.

The moment her gaze met his, a straight stare into his wide, rounded eyes, the giggling gossipers faded into the background. The move gave a strange burst of torturous intimacy to the event. "Hey, Miss Moo Moo..." She whispered, leaning in to kiss his nose once. "So far you're passing! Aren't you proud? You're the plumpest, juiciest, most tender cow here! That's for sure! In fact, I'm not sure I've ever squeezed a rump for perfect for a cow! I just imagine, to myself, what if you'd never been born a cow? What if you'd been a fat songbird? Or a juicy fish? It just wouldn't be the same! You're just the most perfect, natural cow I've ever seen! With creamy milk and meaty body..." She sighed, smiling at him while she subtly looked down to see the gem glowing brightly.

"B-born to be a cow? But that's not even right! I wasn't a cow! This isn't right?! I'm not a perfect cow! I was a perfect human! She doesn't know what she's saying!" Dustin thought to himself, yet his mind ran her words in a loop. To think that he was meant for this position, being milked and butchered!

Then, with a little rub of his cheek, Delia straightened. "This one is perfectly plump!" Hearing her chance to add in more inspiration for purchase, Maliena stepped closer.

The girl's chest puffed up, proudly showing her cow, "Oh yeah!" She boasted proudly, "Oh yeah, for sure! It's a really fat one! Her meat is super tender! Just get a grip of it!" Maliena stepped to the other side of Dustin's body, grabbing onto his flank hard to show the give of the tender, squishy flesh. She looked over top of Dustin's body, squeezing and working his body to demonstrate her claim. Mirroring her, Delia moved to the opposite side in the same position so that her heat pressed to him again. Now though, Maliena's breasts pushed to his side opposite. The jiggling flesh stilled against him, squashing flush while the girl worked her hands into the cow.

Dustin felt his skin flush hotter under the fur. Now, on either side of him, he had his own mother Delia groping over his plump flesh, muttering to herself. "Oh yes, very squishy. I feel the tender give again. It's still almost hard to believe this cow is just so... tender! Mhmm..." She crooned while she massaged her fingertips down into the different areas of his body, leaving nothing untouched. Then, on the other side, his longtime crush Maliena worked her own softer fingers into him but with even more zeal. She tugged on his fat to show Delia how to squeezed between her hands and gave to the pressure. She wobbled the layer of plump stuffing around him, showing how much meat he had, all the while selling his various qualities. Every second, Dustin's mind flooded with a new rush of humiliation from their comments on his weight, his perfection as a bovine- all which stung his ego, but then at the same time he felt the beating pulse of building arousal! With two pairs of breasts rubbing right up to him, Delia's sweet perfume still clinging to his nose with the sight of her bright eyes still boring into him, a hauntingly intimate moment... He almost couldn't handle it. Between his thighs, he felt the lips of his sex dripping slightly, the wetness of natural lubrication leaking out without something to put it to use.

Working her way back, Delia caught a glimpse of the glimmer wetness against Dustin's thighs. Her eyebrow lifted, slight curiosity coloring her face before she stepped a bit closer to peek down beneath the wispy, flicking tail he had. Seeing him close up, where the arousal oozed down from swollen, puffy, and needy lips and trickled further down to his legs, she squeaked with surprise. "Oh dear!"

Maliena, watching Delia with a single-minded intensity, jumped at the sign of possible unhappiness with the cow. "What is it?!"

"Why don't you just come see!" Delia invited, waving her hand back at Dustin's rump, setting a jolt of terror through him.

"S-she saw me!" He cried into the silence of his own mind, a sudden hot shame burning through at the idea of his own mother seeing his need there. Then, to have Maliena moving over to stand behind her, peering down at the puffy neediness of his sex, Dustin's head spun with overwhelming anxiety.

"O-oh gosh! Deary me! That is a horny cow!" Maliena blurted, slapping her hand over her lips afterwards with a faint blush on the apples of her cheeks.

"No! You're absolutely right! This cow is outrageously needy! She must be looking forward to her barbeque after all! She's just getting all worked up for the event!" Delia chuckled to herself, moving a bit closer while she tugged a rubber glove from her pocket and began to fit it over her slender fingers. Then, with the smooth silicon covering her, she touched a finger to Dustin's thigh and dragged it up to his lower lips, tickling between them. "With this kind of need going on, this cow might be fit for breeding..." Delia mused while her fingers lightly prodded inside of Dustin's opening, feeling for a basic examination for breeding possibilities. Her fingers tickled at the excitement already present though, only sending more lubrication dripping out from Dustin's insides and trickling off her gloves. "I don't think I've ever seen a cow so worked up without a male actively breeding! We've got ourselves a bit of a tart here. A really...hungry little breeder!" Delia chuckled to herself, lowering her voice a bit as Maliena moved over to make a few marks on Dustin's sheet about this incident. "Are you a dirty cow? Hmm? Just want some cock? I know how hard it can be sometimes...being a bit on the bigger side, the fat girls just can't get the dick." She chuckled, pulling her hand back and suddenly sending it smacking against Dustin's rump.

"Eee!" He gasped, mooing out at the smack radiated heat over his ass and the red imprint of her hand stayed there, stinging and prickling with chills. Delia just chuckled sheepishly, "Just checking the tenderness!"

"It's so meaty and blubbery! Plus, look at those large udders!" Delia's hand moved to give a little squeeze of his udder, sending a tiny spurt of milk squirting out. "Oops! Hehe!" With a jolt, Billy rushed forward with a glass of the thick milk. "Don't just laugh! This is some of the best milk ever! Just goes to prove the richness of this cow!"

Delia nodded slightly, accepting the glass and lifting it to her lips before drinking with two, strong gulps that Dustin could hear. He winced, stiffening at the sound of everyone sampling his milk again, building them to a fresh buzz about the creaminess, the thickness, and the rich flavor of him.

"Oh my! That milk is just... delicious! It's almost a shame to butcher her up with his udders producing that! But mmm, it would mean that she will be so rich in flavor! Her body itself is just producing flavor like that! Those udders make great milk!

But, those udders would also make an excellent stew!" She shifted with a laugh, but then grew serious, "Imagine them cooked up soft, with some butter to concentrate the chewy texture." She chuckled to herself, "I hope it's not too much for the guests!"

From behind, Stacey snickered. "Oh great, Mom! Can I have the skin, I'd like some black, soft leather boots." She joined in, grabbing for Dustin's skin and stretching it. She tugged and pulled, working it so that it pulled away from him. "This one is so soft and elastic..."

Dustin bristled, feeling a bubbling upset. "What are you doing, Stacey!?" he thought, an animalistic moo leaving his lips. Her fingers tugged on his skin, nagging at him physically as well as mentally. How could his own sister do this? How could she lay claim on a part of him that would mean his destruction!

"Imagine how wonderful this would feel around my feet! Like a leather hug! Squeezing nice and snug!" Stacey continued, making Dustin's head spin at the idea of his skin- that she still tugged and worked with. "It's be so perfect of a fit! Custom made to hug around my toes and support my arch!" She gave a little sigh of excitement, kicking up one leg so Dustin caught a glimpse of the very feet she babbled about with her black nails poking out from open slip-on shoes. The image of her, walking around in a pair of leather boots, smooth and supple with the very skin on his back filled his mind. Suddenly, instead of shuffling through the barn and kicking her painted nails up, her black toes were slipping down into the depths of the boots, pushing down till they went flush to the soft cushion of the sole and she began to struck with a steady, building click of the heel on the floor.

"Okay! Okay!" Delia burst, waving her hands. "I'm convinced! This one, please." She smiled, patting Dustin's head once more before looking to the young Maliena, "Prepare her by next week, please."

Maliena's entire face glittered, beaming with the successful selection. Her hands clapped together. "Excellent! Any special wishes?"

"Yes. Please add anise seeds to her diet, that way the meat becomes nice and flavorful from the inside!" Her hands clapped again, almost mimicking Maliena's excitement on the selection while Dustin felt the opposite sensation. His stomach dropped, suddenly filling him with a churning anxiety. Her words played again, every piece its own wound. "Add anise seeds to her diet." He felt them, planning his life, writing off parts of him, controlling.

"Even the food I eat, they control." He thought, filling a sudden deepening of the pit in his stomach. "No wonder I'm so fat. They pushed me to eat. They wanted this," he monologued, but another voice that he couldn't bring himself to accept said something else, "It's my fault. I ate and ate yesterday. If I had kept walking. If I hadn't been distracted, weak I would have been too skinny for Delia, she wouldn't have picked me. I was just too gluttonous. I was meant to be a fat cow."

Then, the jab of his gender. Even just that little word, three letters- her- just drove it home. It brought him mind back to that morning, the lust building in him at the scent of Billy's huge, musky cock. He'd wanted to be filled. He felt his pussy aching, needing it, wanting it. "I don't even know what's happening to me..." He whimpered, hearing her words ringing, layering over the building turmoil in his: "That way the meat becomes nice and flavorful..." He pictured the steaks for the cookout. He could see them, sizzling over the grill. He could picture the booths of fresh leather products that popped up around town, all the shiny hide boots that girls ran down the halls in, modeling before the rodeo. "This can't be happening... It can't..."

"Well!" Delia interjected, suddenly breaking through Dustin's internal cloud so that he looked up just in time to meet her eyes. For a second, he caught a glimmer of recognition. His heart skipped, he saw her recognizing his eyes, realizing Stacey's doing, and rescuing him! But, then just just smiled, "I'll see you later Miss Moo Moo! Don't forget to become nice and tasty!"

Dustin winced, dropping his gaze as her footsteps clicked out through the door. Once the door closed, Maliena pumped a hand into the air with a squeal, "I guess that decides how we register her! Hah! I knew she'd be an awesome pick!"

"Now, then, that means I should change that paperwork!" She headed over to a squat filing cabinet where they kept the cows' papers and fished out Dustin's file onto a clipboard. Lips pursing together, she began to mark onto the form. "Meat animal... check!" Her wrist flicked in a fluid motion to draw a check mark into the box beside Meat, leaving the Milk box empty. "Special qualifications..." She mused to herself, moving her pen down to the Notes section of the form and peering over at Dustin who watched with wide, horrified eyes as his future was marked down in ink. The little lettering, spelling 'permanent' down the pen seemed to solidify his future, write it off without further hope of escape.

"Well, we don't want your meat getting stiff and hard to chew! Plus, we want to keep all that bulk on!" As she spoke, Billy idly kneaded Dustin's flank, smirking as a flicker of his gemstone flared. "Yeah, better limit her outside time. I don't want her accidentally walking off any of this juicy meat he's got!" Billy squeezed harder, jiggling the flesh down Dustin's thick haunches.

"You're right!" She hunched over the paper, writing neatly, "Less hours outside, limit space for walking. Put into smaller pasture." She marked, nodding to where they often kept their spare goats and sheep when they had some. "There she will have less space, plus there's more grass there for her to nom on!" Maliena giggled, voice tinkling softly.

"Let's make sure she gets plenty of rest too! We don't want any health issues or fatigue to wear on this little lady's plump form!" Maliena grinned, finding a fresh line and starting, "Turn out stable light early, milk last to elongate sleeping."

"We should give her a name, for the form." Maliena proposed, nodding to Dustin. Billy nodded his agreement, rubbing a finger to his chin. "Should we just stick with Miss Moo Moo? That's what everyone is calling her."

"Perfect!" Maliena beamed, "Miss Moo Moo it is! There you go, girl! You have a permanent, registered name now! Hehe! Little Miss Moo Moo!" Dustin felt his cheeks flare red, matching the suddenly flickering of the gem at his chest with Maliena, his idolized crush murmuring about the ridiculous title. He looked at her, feeling a building sensation of shame, but for some reason his expression must have encouraged her!

"Oh! Look! Billy! She's happy about her name! She's excited! Oh she must just feel special! Delia's big pick! You're gonna get all the special treatment, Miss Moo Moo! Yes you will!" She started to croon in a babying tone, murmuring and whining to him with her lips puckered and fingers cupping under Dustin's chin so she looked down into his big, doleful eyes. "You're gonna get a nice big stale with lots of fresh, clean hay because we can't have you getting sick for the barbeque! That'd be a shame! Then, you'll get to sleep in nice and late! It'll be like a vacation!" She leaned down closer, cooing to him with her eyes right in front of him. The eye contact seemed to burn into Dustin's soul, the closest most intimate moment he'd ever had with the girl! He could smell her perfume now, fruitier than that of Delia with the additional scent of the candy on her breath. Her eyes lashes fluttered with a blink, rimming around her wide eyes and Dustin's chest seized.

"This could have been what I saw before I kissed her! This would have been her face close, right beside me for our first kiss! But instead, instead it's the view I get during... during this!"

"That's right, Little Miss! You're gonna be the most spoiled cow here!" She perked up, suddenly looking at Billy. "Speaking of that, can you go grab the treatment oils and additional shots? I don't want this one getting sick and if Stacey is making boots we should start softening the skin and fur now because it's higher quality than in the end!" Dustin blanched, feeling his breath caught in his throat with the sudden spin. For a moment, he'd been almost able to see himself in his old life, living a perfect dream with Maliena doting on him, he could almost- almost!- ignore the situation he was in, but then she summoned it all back! The barbeque! His sister's plans to use his hide!

"While Billy does that! We're gonna take a little trip to the scale and see what kind of variety we can get from you! I think we might make the most impressive spread ever this year!" She tugged his harness gently, leading him to a large, inset scale on the floor which she set him onto before moving to it's accompanying panel.

"Scanning... Scanning..." It announced, voice electronically informing them while the same message scrolled over the screen. Then, it suddenly stopped, "Error... Error..."

Maliena's eyebrows knit together, tapping at the screen. "Huh!? That's odd..."

"Error... Error... Weight maximum reached. Please reset and try again."

Maliena blinked, tapping at the screen again, but instead of changing it merely repeated the same message. "Weight maximum reached. Please reset and try again." Dustin looked to the pixelated text, then scrunched his eyes closed, but that didn't block out the electronic repetition over and over: "Weight maximum reached... Maximum reached... She's so plump! Lookit all this meat!" Stacey and Maliena and Billy and Delia's voices all came rushing back to him, every comment about his weight, his plump form, his squishy fat in ran in a loop through his head, sending a wave of humiliation crashing over him.

"I can't do this! I can't put up with this! It's not fair! None of this is fair!" Dustin cried, momentarily so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear Billy return to the barn just in time for maliena to explain the scale issue.

"Wowi! You really are the fattest, plumpest, most bountiful cow ever!" Billy announced, smirking as he patted Dustin's side. "You're gonna make more than just steaks aren't ya!? We'll have steak and roasts and steak tartar and jerky with all the extra! We're gonna have enough meat for the whole town!"

Maliena scratched at her chin, "Let's try again, maybe the scale just needed to adjust up a level." She tugged Dustin back before repeating the process, letting the machine scan before numbers started to flash.

"1,000... 1,340... 1,400... 1,550..."

"Woah! He's surpassing the average weight!"

"1,635.... 1,700... 1,760..."

"I don't think I've ever seen a cow this heavy! This is amazing! It's still going!" The numbers all came with beeps, beeps building into a fast crescendo near the end until it finished, flashing the successful read proudly on its small screen, almost smug when its electronic voice read: "1,803 pounds and 5 ounces."

"That's over the traditional range by more than three pounds! He's gonna break the record for our farm!" Billy said, incredulously forgetting to even torment Dustin as he gaped at the screen with his sister's matching shock painted on her face. "Woah! She is a porker!"

For a long moment, the two just stared while Dustin soaked in his own shame. He felt hot, yet shivered with an embarrassed expression. HIs eyes swept down, shunning the scale's reading with a hot flush beneath his fur that nearly showed through his fur with its brightness. When the two pulled away, he made the mistake of looking up fast enough to see Maliena noting the weight onto the form with "(Holy Cow, right? ;)") written beside it.

"Well then! Now let's get all the skin that holds that meat all soft and supple and boot ready! You got the oils?" Maliena asked, clapping her hands together. Billy nodded, lifting up a bucket filled with random sized bottles.

"Let's start with the fur stripper to clean any gross oils from it, then use a conditioning treatment, then shining. That's all of them right?"

Billy handed her a bottle of clear liquid. "Yeah, then we can spritz on some scent powder just so he smells nice for everything later." Then, together, they moved onto either size of his massive form. Their hands each started up top, squirting a line of the chemical scented spray over his body before their fingers began to work it into the fur.

"Make sure to get deep into the fur so it reaches the skin since that's really what we're treating in the long run." Maliena nodded, following her own advice and digging her fingers through the fur. Dustin lolled faintly in complaint at the efficient, almost rough massage down his back. while Maliena held the image of himself becoming boots with constant chatter.

"I remember getting my first pair of real leathers! They are so beautiful! There's something magical about having such natural materials on your feet! THe shine that the skin gets to, that sheen. Plus, they last forever! My boots have seen everything from mud to manure!" Dustin pictured his own skin, wrapped around his sister's feet as she stomped through muck, aiming for puddles and ruining the last remnants that remained of him, the thought nagged at him, giving a sickening roll to his stomach. Within five minutes, the siblings had coated his back through the first stage and moved into the next. Maliena leaned up to him, squashing her chest into the fur so she could reach the oil up into his back. Her fingers teased along his body, touching every inch she could.

"Of course, it takes becoming a cow for her to touch me." Dustin thought sourly, trying to ignore that Billy, his constant follower and now number two tormentor, was doing the same on his other side. Billy's hands enjoyed straying, rubbing over a sensitive teat or tickling Dustin's ear with his wet fingertips so that Dustin squirmed and rubbed back to where Maliena pressed into him, forcing him to feel the heft of her breasts squish further or notice the mound of her sex rubbing to his left through her pants. His body ached with their massage, tingled from his arousal, and stung with the heat of humiliation all at once.

"You know, once we're done with this, we've got to treat his insides too!" Maliena reminded, starting to finishing up and wipe her hands onto a paper towel before grabbing onto shaker bottle. With quick little shakes, she sprinkled powder over the cow's clean fur, giving him a fresh, baby powder scent suddenly. It hung around him, scenting him like a swaddled baby on top of everything else.

"Perfect! Now to your inards!"

Then, with efficient steps, she began to prepare a large container with various tubs from the barn's work table. First, she sat her tub onto the work table with a thunk, shaking the sturdy spot slightly.

"If that's how big the tub is...how much is she feeding me!?" Dustin thought, oggling the bucket while Maliena grabbed out another tub, this time halfway filling the other with an oozing, green paste that was pre-prepared. Dustin's eyes widened at the weight of it falling from her spoon into the mixing bowl, hitting the bottom with a wet slap. "First goes in the base! This has some flavor and lots of traditional nutrients in it! My momma makes it from spinach, greens, some veggies from our garden, especially the roots! They have lots of minerals for the cow's meat to be infused with, then some light spicing too!"

Dustin heard her voice, but the sound of the paste splatting against the bucket's insides echoed through his mind louder, sounding like the slop of the cafeteria's mystery meal of leftovers from school, yet somehow worse with its shiny green coloring with visible flecks of different shades of orange, brown, and purple masked between the grassy veil. It slopped into the bucket, spoonful by spoonful, each one with a wet plop! Stacey, meandering up to Dustin side with a devious curl of her lips, lightly pet his side, "Doesn't that just look yummy? Practically gourmet! Just for you! I mean vegetables and leafy greens? Those are your favorite things aren't they, Moo Moo? Just think, with your fancy stomach, you'll get to eat it once then chew it all over again..."

Then, Billy jumped in from Dustin's opposite side, "Nevermind that it already looks like vomit! Imagine what it'll look like as cud!" The two laughed, muffling their giggles as Dustin stared with his lip twitching with the extent of a cow's grimace.

Stacey and Billy's taunting rung in his head, making the paste already look like regurgitated cud ready to be chewed again. Dustin's stomach gurgled, rolling nervously over on itself at the thought of the grassy goop until Maliena nodded satisfactorily and set the bucket aside.

"Gosh, now I have to eat it..."dustin thought, but then Maliena bent to grab something else instead, not yet finished making the glop for Dustin. "Now I get to add the special stuff!" she announced eagerly, placing a mortar and pestle out while tugging down smaller tins and jars to drop some nuts into the bowl piece and dried leaves of herbs. "This gives the meat an underlying flavor of complexity if we have lots of earthy flavors inside of it. The nuts give it one level of flavor, then the herbs add another, all to make for the best possible meat whether it grilled or broiled or pan-fried or raw or roasted..."

"Oh God..." Dustin bit his lip, feeling the gurgling sensation of nausea at the back of his throat from the combination of the nasty meal waiting for him and the reasoning behind each ingredient.

While she grinded the nuts and herbs with a steady, but slow pace to get them to a powdery consistency, Stacey tickled one of her long fingernails beneath Dustin's chin, sneering at him. "Worry you a little there, Moo Moo? To think about being braised? Broiled? You don't want to imagine how tasty we're making you...or really how tasty your little girlfriend is making you! All those years oggling her tits, did you ever think karma might get you back? All those years you wanted a piece of her ass? Wanted to have her, take her... Did you ever think maybe she'd get a piece of you? Or lots of pieces really." She winked, giggling to herself while Billy nudged Duston's opposite side, shifting his focus to the second devil on his other shoulder, replacing where an angel should have been. "I can't wait to get some of this meat raw, where all these flavors sneak out. I bet I'll be able to eat a curl and pick out those nuts in the undertones... the herbs... all these flavors you're gonna eat, Moo Moo."

"Stop! Just stop!" Dustin thought, pleadingly, but his voice couldn't get out. He couldn't communicate even if he wanted to beg them to stop taunting him, even if he wanted to give into their influence and ask for some kindness, he couldn't.

"Now then! That's a lot of work!" Maliena said, breaking through the two tormentors dialogue. "Now for some scraps." She tugged out a bin, lifting the lid and pouring out shiny, pink and white slices of fat. Dustin gagged, this time audibly, which set off a stream of giggles from either side of him. "Chicken fat from the recently slaughtered adds a lot of extra padding to a stock animal's diet! Plus, with some lovely donations from our neighbors," she paused to look back at Stacey with a beaming smile, "we can add in some extra bits!" Staring, Dustin saw the trimmed fat from the roast he'd helped make just the other night! Just last Sunday they'd had the extra luxury of a big, meat entry and it's been delicious, juicy, and tender. He could suddenly remember the scent of it, roasting in the kitchen all day in preparation of that first bite where it just seemed to melt in your mouth with rich flavors all layered over top of each other...

"Oh Fuck... That's going to be me!?" Dustin realized, his stomach dropping like the cart on a rollercoaster. On day, he'd been eating the meal at the table, now he was eating the scraps of it the garbage from their kitchen, and tomorrow he'd be the one on the table! While his future raced before his eyes, Maliena began to slice the meat on the table. The sheen of it caught the lights, glinting with a sickly sparkle before it splatted into the mix bucket, hitting the green paste base with a spray of meaty juices flying off. With the fat chopped and added, she began to mix it with a squelching noise that seemed worse than even the taunting Stacey or Billy could do, so they kept silent until Maliena seemed finished and Billy stepped up, "Hey, you forgot the just regular lard too! We usually add that!"

Maliena glanced at him, eyebrows momentarily knitting before she nodded, "I wasn't going to because of the extra fat shavings but Moo Moo is the most important meal of the season! You're right!" So, she tugged out another big bucket and scooped out the white paste of lard to add to the green, creating another wet slap of the two disgusting substances kissing to each other. Then, she repeated the wet mixing that sent a shivering itch down Dustin spine as his skin crawled as if trying to escape from his body all together and not have to experience the food being prepared.

Once finished again, Maliena stepped back but Stacey scurried over. "Let's make it nice and rich just for her!" And she added another, heaping scoop of the glistening lard to the bucket, helping Maliena mix this time so that the slopping, wet sound of the mixing was faster, louder, echoing in the barn.

"We also can't forget the vitamins! These are just the cherry on top of this cake!"

"Hear that," Billy said with a smirk, "This is a cake!" Then, he laughed once, a harsh bark of laughter that seem like a slap in the face. Then, Maliena began to tug out the vitamins and things to toss back into the mortar and pestle method of grinding. "I have some here that helps tighten the skin for leather works, like boots!"

"Oh! I'll help! I can't wait to have such pretty and perfect boots!" Stacey agreed, working to grind these while Dustin watched Maliena add other nutrients and then lift out a bottle of dark yellow oil. "This is fish oil! It helps to soften fur and skin and adds a lot of extra benefits to the entire body really." Then, she drizzled it into mixing bucket with the yellow-amber spray- looking like a kind of poisonous urine. As she went to stop and pull the nozzle away, the lid with the slow-pouring tip burst off and the bottle's natural open mouth poured into the mixture. "Oh no!" She cried, fixing the cap and gapping down at the pool of the glittering, bisque liquid. "That much fish oil is going to have a really strong flavor for the cow!"

Stacey looked back ast Dustin, flashing him a huge smile before looking to Maliena with a soft hand rubbing her shoulder, "I'm sure it'll be fine, let's just add some more spinach to cover the taste a little!" Dustin almost boiled, of all foods, of anything in the nasty concoction they were making, he hated spinach. Stacey knew he hated spinach, she taunted him with it constantly as kids, and now here she was against, taunting him.

And so, they chopped up some spinach and added some more- once mixing it into its own lard paste for "better intermixing" as Stacey put it when manipulating Maliena into making the gross mix even worse. Then, she stepped away to let Maliena finish her project.

Humming faintly, back in a celebratory mood, Maliena fixed a rubber teat over the filled container. "There's just a bit extra than usual! But this is such a big cow that maybe that's for the best!" She logic'd, moving over to them and grinning cheerfully.

Standing in front of him she suddenly drove the teat into Dustin's mouth in a quick thrust. He felt the plastic slip against his lips, but her quick move didn't give him time to react. Once the nipple-like end settled onto his tongue, instinct overcame him. His jaw tightened, latching on it and beginning to suckle with strong, steady tugs on the teat. The first flavor was the slime of the lard mixing in. In fact, in his first suckle he caught a glob of unmixed lard that slid against his tongue, remaining in a thick pellet of fat until it pressed to his throat and seemed to ooze down in a smear of cream.

A warm, gooey substance oozed from the opening next, it stuck to the roof of his mouth and smeared the bitter flavor throughout, but he didn't stop. Now, he got the flavor of the green paste itself. The earthy, almost dirty flavor of the vegetables rubbed into his cheeks while spinach created the major cloud of taste. Then, once he'd swallow, a thick fishy after taste filled his mouth like he was eating fish raw, rubbed in a garden for scraps of the vegetables and dirt in equal parts. The grit of the ground nutrients stuck to his teeth, forcing him to lick over them to continue clearing out his mouth.

Suckling harder, the thick substance seeped over his tongue. He felt the texture of the goop, smearing into the sides of his cheeks now. Like glue, it stuck to his mouth and forced him to suckle harder to swallow it, consequently also refilling his mouth all over again. The bitter bite of the flavor seemed to overpower his senses so even sucking in air through his nose was tainted with the cloud of herbs and medicine that seemed to flavor the gunk. Every wave brought with it the three part taste of the green, vegetable tainted portion, then the middle flavor of fat that made his lips shiver with the desire to grimace as he felt chicken fat slipping down his throat, and last the lingering fish that swam through his mouth.

Suddenly, after feeling a particular chunk of fatty leftovers slide down his throat, Dustin felt a chunk rise back into his mouth. He choked briefly, confused before he realized and remembered how a cow's stomach worked. Feeling the mushy, half-chewed chunk of fat sitting on his tongue, Dustin remembered how a cow commonly had to chew the cud of their half-digested and regurgitated food. He mixed the new paste coming in with the chunk from his first stomach and re-chewed it, feeling the lingering bitterness of his stomach clinging to it. He knew later, after the entire bottle had been emptied, that's when the real battle with cud would arise as the first compartment of his stomach sent the largest chunks up to him to re-chew up to 60 more times! And with all the scraps of oversized, chewy fat he knew he would have to work those over while knowing that most of them came from his own garbage scraps. His own dinner that before would have been delicious, a treat at the end of the week, would now be a disgusting, regurgitating lump of fatty torment.

"There!" Maliena chirped, pausing for an extra loud gulp that sucked more of the slime down his throat, "It's filled with vitamins, minerals, cut up and ground herbs! Everything a healthy, growing cow needs to become big and strong, a family recipe!" Her eyes dipped down, watching and even petting his muzzle as he suckled from the huge bottle, but Dustin's eyes both widened in horror, swallowing a lump in his throat. The sludge seemed to harden inside his mouth, filling from his tongue to the roof of his mouth with enough ooze that he couldn't swallow. All at once, he could taste every element in the paste from the spinach- his childhood enemy at the dinner table, to the lard that left little lumps of unmixed, unbroken fat balls to squish and explode with their sickly taste into his mouth, and the spille fish oil that gave every the taste of seawater. "Every swallow... brings me closer to being prime barbeque!" He realized, staring up towards the content curls of Maliena's lips, the satisfied glow on her cheeks. Her fingertips tickled along his neck, "That's a good girl, Good Bessie lady. Eat it all up! This is perfect for adding more bites to every plate! A dose of this in the morning can add a pound by noon!" She giggled so sweetly, Dustin felt the urge to vomit. Everything in his stomach turned over, flipping uncomfortably before he felt more of it pushing back up his throat, ready to become that cud he'd chew for most of the day. He gulped, trying to ignore his complicated stomachs but Maliena gave his throat a little rub. "I bet he's starting to get the cud chunks. Better let him chew that enough to swallow again." She eased the nipple back from his mouth, looking to her companions. "The cow's stomach is such a complicated piece of biology, first it sits in the rumen which holds a lot of food at once and also is the reason cows are soo gassy!" As if on cue, Dustin felt his bum flare with a gush of air, rich with methane.

"Oooh! Nasty! Bad Miss Moo Moo! I didn't need an example!" Maliena cried, laughing but Stacey grinned at Dustin with a pointed stare, "She can't help it, she's just a cow!" While the words seemed innocent enough, what people said about animal farts all the time, it stung deep. It was true. Dustin was just a cow now, he couldn't stop anything. He couldn't control or help himself at all and this instance was just another piece of evidence.

"Now then! Back to your treat!" Maliena giggled, pushing the teat back in and sending Dustin back to gulping down the green, white-speckled paste.

"Every gulp..." He kept thinking, feeling his mouth still working now, responding to Maliena's gentle encouragement without his consent. He could see himself plumper and rounder, ready for the barbeque already with even this one meal of the muck. Then, leaning closer, Stacey's fingers joined Maliena's in petting over his fur. "That is such a good cow..." She crooned, lowering her voice down below Maliena's hearing with her lips practically brushing along the sensitive edge of his ear and her breath sent shivers down his spine with the cool breeze of her exhale. Then, her body pressed closer. Down his side, he felt the swell of her full chest against his side and the flat expanse of her stomach set apart from the faint mound of her sex, with heat wafting out through her pants. Dustin wondered, briefly, why she was so hot, so excited to be here with a cow before it hit him, she enjoyed tormenting him. Here, her sex burned with heat against his leg because something about the power over him got her excited. "How does it feel Dustin? To be sucking down the very stuff that makes you ready for the barbeque? Are you excited to become steaks? Stews? Leftovers that people take home in plastic tins?" She squeezed onto the fatty part of his shoulder, massaging it roughly. "Ready for this to be thrown onto the grill? Roasted? Maybe you'll be the next Sunday roast at our house! Mom can rub her secret, family olive oil rub over you and flavor you with pepper and herbs. She'll massage her fingers down into your flesh until your perfectly flavored for me to eat. Just think of that, Dustin. Here you are, suckling down the stuff to make you perfect for that. You're making yourself that most supple, rich meat we'll ever have. Such a great sacrifice for you. You must love your sissy..." Her nails prickled his skin lightly, distracting him for a second before he felt her hips give a little squirm to him, reminding him of her sex there, just through a thin layer of clothing.

"What about boots? Are you sucking that down to become nice soft, supple boots for me? To hug around my feet with every step? I can't wait to show them off at school! So all the girls will finally look at you and see something attractive! For the first time, they might actually lust after the touch of your skin! Hah! Too bad it'll be your leathery, treated skin! The only time women would want you would be when you become shoes, that sounds like a joke you'd make!"

"Lookit you go you wanting, plump cow! You're so hungry for this aren't you? Look at those lips go..." She grinned, her lips curled into a evil smirk. "I bet you've had some practice sucking haven't you, Miss Moo Moo? Did you get a yummy taste of something else a little bitter? A little musky? A little dirty even? And you loved every second, you dirty cocksucker. You think I don't know about that? I can smell you on Billy, you dirty, dirty cow. I bet you wanted him too didn't you?"

Dustin tried not to listen. Dustin tried not to recall the flavor of the musk filling his nose, his mouth. He tried to block out the lust that had come over him during that morning milking. He couldn't. The memory of Billy's oversized bull cock flopping out in front of him was clear as if it stood in front of him, the big heft of the balls hanging beneath and the jutting length in front. Most of all, he remembered the musk. The smell seemed to have just waited in his head and now it wafted back out into his nose. All over again, he felt the secret lust for that jutting length, for the masculine scent to be all over him, clinging to him, marking him. He gulped, feeling his cheeks burning. "None of this is true!" he told himself, demanded of himself to believe, but even privately he struggled to do so and with every word Stacey drove home that point.

"I bet you secretly loved sucking his cock. While you were doing it, the smell of it drove you mad. You wanted him. You needed him. Oh yes you did. You wanted that cock worse than you ever wanted any boobs! You would have begged for that cock to stay with you all day if you could have, wouldn't you? You slutty cow. You dirty, fucking cocking suckling heiffer!" She laughed, voice suddenly upticking in volume enough Maliena looked at her with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh just had a funny thought!" Stacey dismissed, giggling to herself even as she leaned back in. "I know how horny you are. I can see that you're begging to have something back there. You just want it all filled don't you? Tummy, mouth, and pussy?" She giggled again, starting to rub along Dustin's cheeks while her voice continued to purr into his ear, tormenting him with everything he'd done and been put through so far and tying it back everytime to his current state of suckling himself towards destruction. "But don't worry, your sis got ya covered. We're going to make sure you get all filled up... After you drink down every bit of this sludge, your tummy will be nice and stuffed, rounded. Then you can spend the afternoon regurgitating it and chewing on your cud like a good little cow!"

"You know..." Stacey started, "It's crazy to think what your life used to be...studying and reading your books before running off to play baseball. You were just the classic teenager, weren't you ? Good and healthy with a bright future ahead of you... and now here you are, a fat cow, eating the leftovers you once ate as a boy! Eating up our fat bits and lard, garbage, all mixed with herbs! You used to get teased about your scruffy baseball cap, now you get teased about a big, floppy udder!" For emphasis, she leaned down and tickled her fingers beneath him so they jiggled his pinky udders. "Right now, I bet all yours friends are at the cinema or playing a game right now, grabbing a drink after. And then there's you, you're only a cattle animal feeding yourself on glob, being fawned over for your creamy milk and jiggly udders! Think of it, if your friends ran by here now, scruffed from all their fun and saw you. Whatever would they say to this?" She paused, giving Dustin's mind a moment to follow her direction, imaging the disgust on the boys' faces at the goop in his bottle at at his pudgy body.

"But really, I'm proud of you for all the work you're doing to be the best. Here you are trying to outshine all the other cows by sucking down all your meal! And I'm sure you're thankful for everything Maliena is doing to help you! She's going to turn you into the plumpest, prettiest cow there ever was!"

Dustin, sourly, tried to block out her voice. "As if I could ever be pretty like this."

As if reading his mind, Stacey sneered, "Just think, you could have been a fat, plump songbird? Imagine, trying to lift your oversized body on little wings, fluttering and huffing but just being too fat to fly! Or a juicy fish with scales and that oily flavor." She giggled, knowing he tasted just what flavor she referred to. "Remember when we had fish as a kid? And I forgot to feed them and every single one died?" She chuckled, "You should be happy to be in Maliena's care, you could do so much worse if I was in charge! Or if you'd ended up as another animal! Would you rather be a pig? Living in the muck bin? You'd be just as fat but you'd spend the day in mud, manure sometimes. How does that sound? Hmm?"

Dustin tipped his head, trying to ignore Stacey's words and block her from his head, but no matter what he did she seemed to get to him. He couldn't stop thinking now of how his life had been and what it could be, even worse than now. His mind spun between the two, seeing his friends racing around the bases, scoring home runs without him there, not even missing him as they finished the day with half off, late day doughnuts and hot cocoa from the corner store. Now, instead of sugary sweets, he got glop sucked down through a teat. Instead of the lingering grit of sprinkles in the back of his mouth he had the grit of herbs and vitamins crunching beneath his flat teeth. Instead of the heat of cocoa, sitting in his stomach and keeping him warm, he had the rolling sensation of sickness from the influx of strange nutrients and the lard hitting the back of his throat and making him sick.

Then, with a sudden gasp, Dustin realized the container had emptied. His mouth started to clean out and Maliena tugged the teat back out. "Good job! You ate that right up!" Dustin meekly lowered his gaze, but the girl just patted his head and moved away to clean up and head to check on the other chores she had, leaving Dustin with Stacey.

Once alone, Stacey laughed. "Seems like you like it!" She grinned wider, eyeing a glob hanging from Dustin's muzzle, sliding down over the short furs of his muzzle. After finishing the section, his stomach rolled, feeling sick. Stacey just beamed, keeping her lips curled up gleefully. "You ate every drop, except for that escape artist!"

Her finger poked out, pointing out the clump escaping past his lips and oozing down so he felt it tracing a wet, snail-like path down over his face. Stacey did a little flourish before swiping it up from the last inch of his chin, having let it slip down over his face the rest of the way and mark his face with the sheen of lard plus the scent of fish oil and herbs. Then, holding it in front of Dustin, he looked at the green ooze that sat clinging to her finger. Before he realized it, his tongue swept out and swirled around her fingertip, cleaning it in one uncontrollable sweep. Then, his eyes popped open wide, surprise stinging his face. Then, a guilty, sinking feeling filled his chest, tightening it.

"Man! You must really love this stuff!" She gasped, clapping her hands! Billy looked at her, grinning, "You know, it's such a crime the other cows have been getting this all their lives already! Dustin's barely going to get it at this rate!"

"That's just mean! Seeing how much he loves it! I mean, he sucked it all down even though we added extra stuff! And he liked it with the extra spinach and spilled fish oil! Maybe that's why he likes it! We have to make it like that everyday, don't you think?"

"Yeah and why just twice a day! Let's give him a midday snack too! Three times a day with his own special recipe! That'll maybe make up for missing out all this time!" Stacey swiveled to Dustin, beaming at him, "Hear that, Miss Moo Moo? You're gonna get this treat three times a day with lots of lard and spinach with extra fish oil, just for you!" At the very thought, Dustin stomach gurgled, weakly complaining about more of the intense goop, too stuffed of lard and extra stuff to sit easily.

"You act so grumpy, but you should really thank your sister for this favor she's doing you." Billy said, nodding sternly. He glanced down, noticing that some of the goop had splattered onto Stacey's bare feet during the mixing process in her open flip-flops. "You should thank her by cleaning off her feet since she helped make that treat! Your yummy lunch is how she got messy in the first place!" For a second, Dustin stayed still, resisting the suggestion. "Why the hell would I do that," he thought, scoffing, but then something pushing him to lean down. Without his conscious permission, his tongue extended till it started to rasp over the smooth surface of her soft skin. Faintly, he tasted the flavor of her sweat clinging to her skin, then up over the black-painted toes, each a dark gem, his tongue swirled over the smear of lard and the drizzle of oil that splattered over her skin. When finished, the other foot settled under his nose, even though it was clean. He looked up, confusion showing.

"This foot will get jealous if it doesn't get some cleaning too!" Stacey said casually. So, Dustin's head pushed down again, an invisible force drawing his tongue out to lick over the surface of her clean foot, this time with no other flavors to mask the faint taste of her flowery lotion, a mixture of the scented base flavoring his mouth like a garden and the chemical tinge of the lotion itself, then above that he tasted the salt of her skin's sweat and oils. He could smell the faint tang of her sweat, tongue pushing between each of her button-sized toes to clean them completely before he relaxed, easing up with a thick sensation of shame hanging over him. His cheeks, covered in fur, still burned red when he caught Billy's smirk and the glint in his eyes, satisfied with his jab at Dustin's weak, clinging-to-survival pride.

"We won't want to disappoint Delia now, would we?" She shook her head, giggling under her breath as Dustin's chin dripped with the herb-y, bitter spunk. Then, swiveling, she looked at Billy.

The boy perked up, nodding. "Yes, yes. I'll make sure he'll get that tasty treat three times a day!" Stacey's smile soften, shifting away from Dustin and heading to the stacked supplies by the work bench. Bending, she cut the top from a sack of mixed grain, spilling it into another bin and adding the anise seed, working the mixtures together. "Excellent!"

As her hands worked through the grains, tumbling them into the tan flecks of anise Dustin's nostrils flared wide. The smell, wafting out from her mixing, intoxified him. He couldn't stop from sucking in a deep, lustful breath for the flavor in the air. "Well, you know, that's a pity..." Stacey began casually, "You're stuck for at least two more weeks, but the barbeque is next week... just a few squares away on the calendar... mmm..." She mumbled to herself, shifting a step away from the bin with a flourish of her hand in a 'go ahead' gesture. Dustin dove forward, finding his chin grazing the bucket's edges while he threw himself into the food.

"I can't wait! Soon we'll be preparing already! Ironing out the table clothes and hanging up decorations! Some of the signs and posters have already been made! In fact, I made the "Steaks!" marker for above the grill already! It's got a big, juicy t-bone sketched in the background." She chuckled, leaning closer peering down to where his head dipped beneath the lip of the bin itself. "It's a shame you won't get to really enjoy all that decor though huh?" Then, she winked. Dustin eyes prickled, a tear sliding out and streaking over his cheek before splashing down onto the surface of patterned grain, interspersed with the dry bits of anise. In this form, pure and natural, the anise tasted unbelievably bitter meant to absorb into his stomach and still have flavor, seasoning him from, as Delia had said, the inside out! He watched water for a second, glitter up from the deep food bucket, but then felt his jaws aching for another bite and Stacey's expectant stare on his back and knew he just had to eat on, there wasn't a thing to do. His stomach seemed to gurgle, feeling overfilled for the first time since its expanded to such size, but until the bin sat empty in front he continued to eat.

Billy leaned close, smirking slightly beneath his smile, "But, think on the bright side, this afternoon we'll get a visit from the local elementary school to see how farm life works, won't it be fun?" For a second, he held his straight face, just smiling cheerfully, but it broke into a devious smile before he patted Dustin's rump and headed out, leaving Dustin to trot dejectedly back into the field.

As afternoon arrived, with it came a small school bus rumbling up the dirt road to the farm. From the field, every cow lifted its head from the grass to gaze out as it approached, bringing the building sound of squealing children. Dustin, lurking near the fence, saw them through the windows. Girls leaned close, tugging on the one beside them and pointing out the windows to direct their laughing friends' attention while the boys were tussling together in a fighting pairs. Scanning, Dustin watched Billy and Maliena appear from the farmhouse to wave the bus in, acting as a cheerful welcome crew as Stacey leaned back in the corner of the yard, sitting atop of extra haybale with her tablet resting on her knees. While the kids piled off the bus, Maliena waved her hands. "Hi kids! Welcome to our farm! Are you excited for this field trip?" A chorus of squealing responded, sending a bolt of annoyance through Dustin's mind. "Well good! We're excited to give it! First, we'll give you a little tour of the farm, where everything is, then we have some demonstrations! Feel free to look around and explore and have fun! If you ever have any questions about anything, just throw up your hand and ask!"

Instantly, a hand shot up in the crowd while a finger pointed in Dustin's direction. "Why does that cow have big boobies underneath it?" A snicker washed through the packaged kids, but wide curious eyes all waited for Maliena's answer.

Maliena ran a hand through her hair, letting the blonde spill over her shoulder while waiting for the crowd to hush so she could speak. "Those are actually her udders. That's where milk comes from!" A mixture of oohs, ewws, and general noise exploded from the kids again, and Billy veered them towards the barn to begin with showing them the less exciting animals: the chicken coop, the single pig's pen, and through the barn. For a brief period, Dustin felt the embarrassment from the kids question fade, in fact, he felt a reprieve. "Hah! Let Maliena and Billy put up with a horde of kids! He acted so smug! Like I would have to put up with him! The one benefit of being a cow!" But, then the hoard came around the bend with Billy in front carrying a stool and bucket. With their fists in the air, the kids were chanting together in random bursts.

"What are they saying?" Dustin murmured, feeling a tinge of concern at this turn of events until they were within earshot and their voices came through clearly: "Got Milk? G-g-got milk!" Dustin's stomach sunk. "Really?"

"Next up, we're gonna talk a little bit about where milk comes from!" Maliena said, sitting the excitement through the pot of children, but her motherly attitude hushed them so she could continue, "Okay, so raise your hand if you have milk at home?" Every hand shot up, eager shouts exploding out. "Perfect! Where does milk come from?"

"Cows!"

"Right! Now do you have cows at home?"

This question stumped the kids for a second, their heads started to shake slightly, until one child courageously shouted out a 'no!' Maliena perked up, tipping her head to the side with a curious expression, "You don't? Well then, how do you get milk in your houses?"

A sassy, spunk bundle of energy thrust his hand up. "The store! Duh!"

Maliena just smiled, "Does the store have any cows?"

Again, a hush of confusion settled over the kids. Their young teacher, watching from the background, chuckled softly. "You see, your milk has to come from a farm like this, then go to the store, and then go to your fridge! It's a long trip! But, first it comes from the cow! Which is what happens here." She gestured out at the field to the cows grazing including Dustin who suddenly blanched at all the eyes watching him chewing the long grass, some sprouts dangling from his mouth. "The process starts with the cows grazing. First, they eat grass and also feed." Billy stepped up next to her, shaking a bucket of the grains Dustin had eaten earlier. Some of the cattle perked up their ear, moving closer to him, though Dustin found his feet moving faster till he nuzzled right behind the youth. He nosed down into the bucket, eliciting louder giggles from the crowd of kids.

"As you can see, the grain is tasty for these ladies!" The kids laughed, but all shuffled closer and peered into the bucket, "It doesn't look very good! It looks dry and gross!" They all groaned together, agreeing. "Yeah! Like oatmeal!" Dustin found himself flushing, embarrassed at his eagerness for the loose grains. He fidgeted, trying to stop eating, but just a glimpse of the grain still in the bucket had him shoving his head back down to finish it.

"That grass gives the cows energy and 'stuff' basically to make milk! Then, we get that milk out through what we mentioned earlier, the udders." Maliena shifted, focusing on Dustin's body beside her now. "See how there's little finger-like bits that dangle down? Those are squeezed to pull the milk out." She paused, letting the kids oggle the dangle, oversized udder. Dustin shifted, but Maliena looped a rope around his neck and tethered him with a whisper to behave. Then, Billy stepped up. "Would you like to see?" A chorus of yeses ushered the boy onto his small stool, the bucket sat beneath Dustin's udders. Their eyes, so many pairs of staring balls, all set a crawling sensation over Dustin's skin. He couldn't shake the feeling of their eyes on him. The gem on his chest began to flicker brightly, glowing from the point Billy sat down and on.

Billy leaned close, letting his cheek rest against Dustin furred side. Lightly, he rubbed a hand against the beast's stomach before grabbing gently onto the teats, giving the first testing squeeze so milk spurted out into the bucket. Dustin winced at the metallic sound of his milk spurting out and then flushed red when it set off a rush of excitement from the children who cooed and clapped. "See how I'm just gently squeezing on it to let the milk come out?" Billy asked, getting a shout in reply. "Okay, now you guys can try maybe two at a time, just aim it into the bucket." Billy instructed and stepped aside. One girl lept eagerly into his place, her pigtails flopping while she sat on the stool. Her legs splayed out on either side, letting her lean right into his stomach while her hands thrust into Dustin's udders, squishing at the upper portion, grabbing onto where the udders met to the rounded sac. Dustin winced, trying to step away to at least escape from her touch, but a tug of his head reminded him of the tether keeping him in place. He couldn't retaliate or even move away.

"It's so squishy!" The girl blurted, giggling as her nails lightly scraped along the sensitive flesh, fingers still poking and groping over him uselessly. His udder rippled, jiggling beneath him and flopping the udders like tentacles beneath him, but no milk came out into the bucket. With every second without milk, the girl's attempt got harder, jabbing her fingers into the give of the skin and poking deep into the sensitive appendage.

"You're doing it wrong!"A boy shouted, joining her on Dustin's other side, instead of poking into the skin, the child slapped against it. Dustin winced, eyes flying open wide. "Hey Kid! Watch it!" He gasped, but only a disgruntled moo left. Billy, eyeing Dustin's head, stepped forward with his pointer finger directed to Dustin's teats. "Those are where you'll get the milk to come out." He said, and listening intently, the boy sent another slap against the teats themselves, sending them waving under Dustin's body.

"Ooh!" A jolt of discomfort and an aching sensation shot up from his udders, making Dustin shifted to try and ease the tugging sway in his udder, now starting to feel the fullness of afternoon milking time. His eyes knit together with forehead wrinkles drawn over his expression.

"Try squeezing them." Billy urged gently, rubbing along Dustin's thigh as though the boy's touch would soothe the beast, though in fact Billy's touch was just another reminder of how Billy knew of Dustin's humiliation right now. Billy didn't just see a cow being rough handled by some children, Billy knew who was within the form, and it stung Dustin's pride to have his shame known about. "He's gotta know how uncomfortable this is! But he's not doing anything!" Dustin seethed, though a fresh jolt of young hands gripping tightly to his teats cleared his mind except for a dull throb from his underside.

With their hands now in the right place, doing the right motions, Dustin expected it to feel more like Billy's efficient milking that morning, instead though inexperienced, tight grasps tugged and pulled on him. Unlike the gentle, but steady squirts of milk that Billy extracted, the kids got erratic trickles from their uneven squeezing on his teats, making his ears prick up in an uncomfortable dance.

Once the first pair got the hang of it and milk began to squirt into the bucket with a metallic clink that was starting to sound soothing, Billy ushered them back and a fresh pair of apprentices would step in to roughly try and master the technique that'd send the milk spurting out. While they did, Maliena chatted among them, answering questions and pointing out different things.

"Is that the milk" One girl squealed, pointing to the bucket at the foaming at the milk hitting the rest of the filling bucket. Maliena chuckled, nodding, "Milk fresh on the farm is just a little different, it comes out of the cow warm for one! Did you know that?" The girl shook her head, gaping down to the milk while Dustin tried to picture himself somewhere else where an elementary student wasn't staring down to the white liquid he'd excreted.

From where she sat, leaning against the barn's side, Stacey looked over her tablet. Her lips spread into a grin, watching two kids hunched near Dustin's udders and working their fingers between his udders squealing "Alien Fingers! Alien Fingers!"

"Nuh Uh! Those look like sea enemies!"

"Anemones?"

"Yeah!"

She smirked, chuckling to herself. "Dustin must be loving these...crazy, rough kids on his sensitive little udders." She leaned closer, eyeing the kids rough mishandling of his teats, the tugging and working that they did on the skin. She could see the flush of red, rubbed too much from the different hands on him. "All these kids grabbing him, pulling, groping..." She almost giggled before waving her fingers so that Dustin suddenly felt his teats lengthening, the tips stretched longer down while the body thickened. He felt each teat thicken, feeling like a slow and gradual swelling until they began to stretch, growing in both directions at once. His eyes popped wider, then blinked. "What is going on?" He thought, feeling hands suddenly dropping away. "Woah! Lookit the dangly nipples are getting longer!" One girl cried, pointing and waving her hands at the change. Dustin flushed, feeling how they wiggled more from even the faintest brush of curious hands swatting them, sending their new lengths swishing through the air. Hands grabbed and squeezed on the teats hard then pulled back quickly, "They feel bigger! They are all thick and wiggly!" The girl and her friends flocked tighter around him, swatting and bravely grabbing them before tugging his hands back. "I dare you to touch the fattest one."

"No way! It's creepy!" Dustin stiffened, feeling himself wince at their fear for his bits. "They look so weird, it's becoming a dare to even touch me..." Dustin thought, trying to sound annoyed, but even inside his head it came out in a whimper.

"Come on! I double dog dare you!"

The girl's eyes widened. Her mouth even dropped open slightly. "B-but..."

"Triple."

A gasp left the collected females. They all looked at the dared one, staring like she'd contracted a strange and largely visible disease, then they looked down to the udders dangling between them. As the girl's small hand began to extend, finding the teat that had thickened to the largest girth so far, she tightened her grip and gave a small tug before her arm jetted backwards and the girl raced away, squealing madly in panicked: "You touched it! You touched it!"

"What is even causing this!?" Dustin thought, feeling them seem to stop growing, having almost doubled in both measurement.

He blinked, looking around with confusion until he saw Stacey's eyes peering over her tablet, watching as the teats thickened into long, girthy sausages for the kids to toy with. "Just giving them more to grab onto..." she mouthed, ensuring the Dustin could watch her lips and know what she said. Instantly, he felt a rush of shame, realizing that he had yet another audience member finding amusement in the kids' mishandling.

She stood up slightly, miming the terrified expression on the girls before starting to laugh, doubling over with her hand on her stomach with giggles. Dustin flushed with shame, looking away from her only to see a small boy staring at his udders with a face frozen in a gaping stare. The kid looked up at Billy, whimpering a frightened question: "Are udders always this creepy?"

Billy chuckled, giving a shrug. "Sometimes, sometimes." Then, the kid scampered off and Billy could lean closer, smirking. "Poor kid, he should be scared! I pity the calf that has to suckle those alien fingers! I've never seen udders so thick and red and floppy! It's like they are dancing under there!" Dustin flushed darker, feeling his humiliation flare further. Then, trying to avoid Billy's smug expression, he caught Stacey again wriggling her fingers out from her stomach like strange tendrils, mocking the way every move made Dustin's own udders wave under him, teats wiggling.

Dustin flushed further, feeling his neck burn with the heat of humiliation while another kid gingerly approached his udders this time with eyes wide and mouth gaping open with amazement. "I saw your nipply things get all big and floppy," he murmured, address Dustin himself. "At first, I was terrified because they look like the sea monster from tv show all tentacles and red and blistery looking and raw..." Dustin grimaced, grinding his teeth with throbbing, hurt pride. "But, then I realized how amazing it was that your udders just extended. Like super cow."

"Great, I'm super cow." Dustin though, looking up at the kid to see him lightly poking at the tender teats, making them flop into each other like eels tangled in a bunch. Faintly, to himself, the kid hissed, "Eww..." and moved away, leaving Dustin more ashamed that before.

"Miss Maliena?" One girl asked, once they'd tired of Dustin growing udders, watching as her friend tugged on Dustin's aching teats until milk trickled out into the nearly full milk bucket once again. "Why do all the cows chew so much?"

"Oh! That's because they are ruminants, which means they chew cud. Cud is regurgitated and partially digested food. She'll chew cud for up to eight hours everyday!"

"Ew! Cows chew their puke!" One kid stepped in front of Dustin, eyes wide and peering. "How do you feel about chewing your puke?" The kid asked seriously before breaking into a grin and scurrying off, but Dustin felt suffocated. His udder throbbed, ached from all the rough tough. His head was filled with the kids questions, the reminders of what he was, not some majestic animal but a cow, a food animal, a ruminant who chewed their half digested food all day! "There's no pride in that!" Dustin cried, feeling his pride stinging right along with his skin.

"This cow is really big! How much do they eat?"

"Cows eat around forty pounds of food each day."

"Holy cow! That's how much my baby brother weighs! No wonder its so fat!" A kid shouted, staring with an open mouth at the cow now, surveying his size a second time with fresh perspective.

"Well, guys. I think we've emptied out Miss Moo Moo here. But we filled that bucket didn't we?" They cheered, staring at the full bucket. "So now, we're going to let everyone have a little taste of fresh, farm milk and while we do, you're going to learn a song. Then, you're going to make butter and sing the song back and have a butter-mixing dance party!" Another chorus of cheers erupted from the children while Maliena began dipping small, paper cups into the bucket and handing them out to the kids. They all settled down into the grass around Dustin, staring up expectantly to hear the expected song.

"Ready? These are the lines and the dance!" Maliena stepped in front of the group, giving a little shake of her limbs as warm up before the began to sing.

I am cow, hear me moo! I weigh twice as much as you! As she began, she gave a little shake, holding her hands up to her mouth to mime her mooing before circling her hands around her, mimicking the large size of the cow behind her, Dustin, who stood watching with a horrified expression keeping both eyes wide. "I can't believe this is happening..."

And I look on the barbequueeee... Then, Maliena's eyes popped open wide, covering her mouth with a pretend horrified expression before she rubbed her stomach like she'd just eaten a meal. All the kids, their lips white with matching milk mustaches began to giggle.

Yogurt, curds, cream and butters made from liquid of my udders! Behind her, Billy had scooped some of the fattiest layer of the milk into jars, preparing to make butter. While Maliena sang, he began to hand them out, "Get up, dance, and shake really hard to turn this into butter! Since this cow is nice and plump and has fatty milk, we can make some fresh butter from it if you shake really hard!"

I am cow! I am cow! Hear me moooo! With the end of the first verse, every kid had abandoned their milk samples in exchange for butter-making jars. Their lips all bore smiles and smears of Dustin's milk. He watched, horrified at all the kids who just been drinking his milk starting to dance around with it to make butter! Right in front of him!

"Do you want to sing with me? Let's go again! Sing Along!" Maliena shouted, launching back into the song. As she sang, all their younger voices joined her with glee, giggling and shaking about around Dustin. Everywhere he looked, he saw their lips with his milk still clinging, he saw their jars of the fatty butter-ready milk just a reminder of his plump, fatty composition, behind he saw Billy with a smirking, satisfied smile enjoying his own glass of the milk, and Maliena in front dancing and singing that horrible song! "I weigh twice as much as you! I look good on the barbeque!" It seemed to encompass everything they'd used against him, every point of torment, and it was catchy. Through the rest of their dance, Dustin almost found himself singing along.

Finished, with the kids oggling little balls of yellow in their jars as butter had formed. Some, with liquid still, had Billy help them with his own muscle-powered shaking to get butter. Then, handing out fresh muffins, Maliena helped everyone enjoy a snack from Dustin's udders again.

"Mmm! It's so creamy!"

"This is the best butter ever!"

"What a good cow!"

"Plus, she's a really pretty cow!"

Billy smiled, nodding. "She is a top quality cow and pretty as they come." He replied, rubbing along the beast's head while Dustin looked down with a rush of embarrassment, though beneath that, he felt a nagging sensation of pride. As they ate, relishing in their field trip, the kids seemed to quiet for the first time giving Dustin a reprieve though he had plenty of new material to play over and over in his head. Just as he started to relax again, a girl raced up to him with a bright pink ribbon, securing it around his tail. "There you go, Miss Moo Moo!"

"Come on, kids. Come on." Maliena urged, ushering them back into a concentrated group in front of her. "We aren't done learning just yet! Settle down for me." Then, she turned with her eyes scanning over the gathered cows in the field, searching for the one that'd be her example for the kids before her eyes settled on Dustin, with a little nod she mumbled to herself in silent agreement to her own thoughts, "Um!"

Dustin blinked, staring at Maliena, the only one who didn't know about him, who didn't torment him as she selected him out of the crowd. "Oh come on! Maliena too!" He thought, exasperation sending his tail flicking behind him enough to flutter the bow tied to it so it tickled to his rump. Then, he saw all the kids staring at him expectantly. "Will this never stop?"

With a fat, permanent marker, Maliena began to trace shapes over Dustin's broadside, suddenly redirecting his attention to the sensation of his skin crawling from the tickle of the marker's tip. . She created a large oval over his back thigh, adding a smaller triangle where his body met his leg. Then, more chunks where blocked out over the expanse of his body, slicing him into the different cuts of his body. Dustin felt all the eyes on him, staring with unwavering attention at his flank while Maliena drew over him with the squeaking black marker. Its tip slid over his fur, tickling the sensitive skin beneath with a little shiver while Dustin tried to keep still. "Now, kids. We are going to try and learn the cuts of meat the we use from a cow!" Maliena introduced, rubbing her hand against Dustin's side affectionately while he tried to ignore the burning sensation of so much attention focused on his body.

"My lovely assistant Miss Moo Moo is going to help me!" She added, seeing to add a nail to the coffin for Dustin's pride long since shriveled. His eyes searched the ground, trying to a method of blocking out Maliena's voice in the short grass, but he couldn't.

"So, I'm going to tell everyone the main names, then if you can guess where that is on the cow correctly, you can scribble the name up on Miss Moo Moo!" She waved the marker, flashing the permanent lettering down its side so that Dustin grimaced again. "First up, the round is a tougher cut of meat because it's a muscle that gets used a lot. This meat can go into a variety of different dishes that you might have had. Raise your hand if you'd had a roast?"

Half the grubby hands shot up, then looking around at their peers the other kids added their hands to the mosh pit as well. Maliena chuckled, nodding. "Otherwise, this cut could serve for corned beef like what we all had on Saint Patty's day! Some of this meat will go into stews or to be processed since its not very tender. "Where do you think the Round is?"

A few tentative hands waved, but on jetted into the air. "I know! I know!" Dustin peeked back, spotting the babyfaced kid standing up to jab a finger into the cow's behind, smacking against his back thigh. "This is the round! This is the round!" Maliena clapped, waving the marker. "Ah! You're right! How'd you know that's the round?"

"Well, because I figured it'd be on a leg and the cow's butt is round!" The kids snickered, sending a flush up Dustin's neck before Maliena handed over the marker. "Why don't you write the name on that section then!"

Taking the marker, the kid stepped up to Dustin's side like he approached a canvas, with a mixture of tentative reluctance and eager excitement. Then, setting the thick, beefy tip of the marker up to the beasts' back thigh, starting to create the sweeping curve of a massive 'R.' Then, he tipped the letters to the side to fit them down the entire thigh one-by-one with each one wobbling and wriggling as it went. When he finished, he handed the marker back with a flourish and sat back down while Dustin felt his skin still tingling with the sensation of the marker sliding over its surface.

Next, Maliena pointed to the very front shape up by Dustin's shoulder. "What do we think this one is called? Does anyone know the name?" For a second, silence returned, so Maliena nodded. "I'll give you some options. Let me list the names of the parts, then maybe you can all guess!"

Maliena stepped up a little, clearing her throat before starting to talk. "Okay, the options are Rib, Plate, Flank, Short Loin, Sirloin, Tenderloin, Top Sirloin, Bottom Sirloin, Shank, Brisket, and Chuck. That's a lot isn't it? Which is this one?" She tapped her hand to the upper shoulder region again, tracing the lines she'd drawn onto his fur.

"Is it the Brisket?!" One kid shouted, jumping out of his seat, "I like brisket! We eat it on Sundays sometimes!"

"Nope! Not brisket. That's a different chunk of the cow!" His failure prompted a flurry of guesses, elimination plate, flank, and all the sirloins before one child raised his hand proudly to proclaim the correct response: "Chuck!"

"That's right! The chuck comes from her on the shoulder and neck and the meat here is very flavorful, but often its fat and tough meat with bone and gristle- which is like bits of stuff that make it hard to chew and eat! Usually, we cook this cut in liquid to soften it and use that flavor in broth. Anyone like pot roast? This is great for pot roasts!"

Some hands shot up, cheering sprinkling out over the kids. Maliena chuckled, nodding. "I like pot roast too. Often times, when you are having a meat dish with liquid added, your moms or dads might have used chuck meat for that!"

Turning to the correct guesser, she again held out the thick permanent marker. "You wanna scribble down that name for us?" Dustin watched the chubby kids fingers clutch to the marker, holding it in his fist like a knife rather than a writing utensil before he brought it up to the cow's shoulder. The tip began to glide over his fur, sliding in a wobbling font over him. Dustin flinched, feeling the scribbling against his skin before the kid proudly deposited the marker back on Maliena palm for the process to begin again with the next section, until one by one each block had been located and named. They went from ribs, where cheers went up for sloppy fingers after prime ribs and Maliena had to calm the crowd to the brisket when one kid announced he'd eaten five-spice beef stew in Asia last spring break, very proudly. "It was so chewy and delicious! The best beef ever!" But, another girl stamped her boot, "Hey now! I bet these cows right here are the best! Doesn't Miss Moo Moo look chewy! And delicious?! I think so!" The class broke into cheers, supporting the rebel who spoke out against the bragger, but Dustin just shrank back even further into himself. "Even an entire class of elementary students can remind me of my place..." He mumbled, drooping his head to the ground.

By the time they'd finished naming every cut, Dustin felt his skin practically tingling with the lingering sensation of the marker scraping over him. Once they'd finished, they'd dissolved into poking at him. Hands jabbed at his stomach, watching the way their motion would ripple over the jiggling surface before they gripped for the flank and rump. "I want some round steak!"

"No! Sirloin!" A hand smacked to his side, sending out a slap echoing in the air before grubby hands poked lower to his underside cuts, "I want some of this! It's so soft!"

The young teacher, who'd been letting Maliena take the lead, suddenly saw the bus starting back up the road. She waved a hand at their tour guide, talking in a hushed tone. "I'm going to go get the treat we talked about, will you stall for a few minutes while we set it up by the bus spot?"

Maliena nodded, smiling while Billy and the teacher headed off to fish big buckets of homemade ice cream from the freezer on the side of the farmhouse, starting to scoop it into bowls for the kids while Maliena clapped her hands. Her long hair swished out behind her with a quick step to the side. "Okay! You guys all know your favorite cut?" Her question sent new hands grabbing onto him, poking and squeezing all over again. Dustin shifted, trying to step away from the kids, but found himself still tethered down and unable to escaping their groping touches.

"Can't do anything! Can't say anything!" Dustin cried, a feeling of helplessness washing over him quickly. Maliena clapped her hands again, stilling the children a moment and giving him a brief moment of relief before he saw a splay of colored markers in her hands. "Okay! Everyone! I wanna know what your favorites are so come grab a color and write your name in the section you like best!"

"What!?" Dustin cried, imagining more writing scrawled over his side, making him into a human bulletin board- though he couldn't even claim that title, no. He was a cow bulletin board.

The children descended onto him in a swarm. A flurry of rainbow markers began to fall to his sides, jostling kids ensuring that no letter remained straight and possessive children made sure their names filled his flank. He felt the markers straying elsewhere, names marking his neck and hearts running down his legs from a gaggle of giggling girls. A group of boys began to fill his spots in with red, as if blood was splattered over him instead of black fur. Others couldn't pick a favorite and wrote their name over and over within every block, speckling him with sloppy "Bobby"-and-"Janice"s. Looking up, even the other cows regarded Dustin with a look of distaste. He could feel their judgement while Stacey's eyes watched from her spot by the barn, laughing at the ridiculous sight of the cow coated in sloppy elementary handwriting, a dozen plus kids claiming him with their signatures, slicing him into cuts and claiming the parts.

"She looks so fat and tasty! Can we eat it?" One boy suddenly shouted, poking his head out from the madness around the cow. Maliena laughed, moving closer. "This one is actually already sold! Butttt... if you show up at the barbeque I'm sure you can get a piece!"

"Really?"

"Oh my goodness!"

"I gotta tell mom to bring me to the barbeque!"

"I got to write on the barbeque cow!"

"I hope I get a piece!"

"She's so fat! I bet they'll be TWO pieces for everyone!"

"Two!? Try FOUR!"

"Try a million!" The kids began to argue, grabbing onto Dustin's fattiest chunks of stomach as proof of their hyperbole, shouting out their answers to display how many numbers they'd learned already.

"Do you think we'll eat the sirloin? I want a Miss Moo Moo steak!" The kids began to chatter amongst their class, eagerly planning their consumption of Dustin as he stood right there, listening to their excited voices crashing into each other, overlapping and looping so it was like a repeated and endless track to torment him.

Suddenly, the familiar voice of their instructor called them over where she and Billy handed everyone a dish of homemade ice cream while the bus settled beside them and Billy chattered about the creaming process and how ice cream was formed. Once the kids began to pile onto the bus, Dustin felt nausea spinning in his stomach. Everything that afternoon had been terrible. He felt humiliated. He felt used, abused, ill, ashamed. His head hung, "I don't think I could handle a single thing more today. I'll just break down-"

"Guess what, Miss Moo Moo!?" Billy's voice made him look up, seeing him slicing open another sack of grain and anise at the side of the barn. "Good news!" He led him to where he mixed up the feed, pouring it into another stout bucket while he chattered. "We decided to subscribe you for the town cattle fair. You are technically Ms. Delia's now, but it's still good PR for our farm to show you off!"

Stacey, looking over as Dustin eyed the bucket with an ill puff in his cheeks and utter horror in his wide eyes. She stood up and brushed off her seat, "With her as plump and juicy as she is? I wouldn't be surprised if you'd win! Wouldn't that be nice?" She asked, slowing down so that Dustin's mind could work while she spoke, giving him time to envision the fair filled with everyone in town. Events didn't happen often around here, so the fair would be the site of elderly couples dates, field trips, family outings, young couples dates, play dates, friendly group parties...everyone in town would at least stop by to root on a neighbor's fresh baked pie or to bob for an apple. He could see the cows, all caged and on display for crowds to walk past, being oggled at. "You'd be like..." She hesitated, thinking, "Cow Royalty, the Queen of Cows!"

Dustin pictured it for a moment, being marked as the best and plumpest and meatiest of all the cows and he snapped. The entire day rushed over him, every taunt and jab, and he sobbed to himself. No tears left his eyes, but the ache in his chest was nothing but human emotion.

That night, once Dustin had escaped the nightmare of his waking life and slipped into a soothing state of sleep, Stacey crept out of her house. Wind whisked her short nightgown up around her thighs, exposing a stretch of pale skin in the moonlight. She hurried through the door of the barn, slipping into Dustin's stall where he slept. His massive body crammed between the walls, spilling out over the hay. For a second, she smiled before leaning over, tapping a single, slender fingertip to his forehead where it sparked once and suddenly Dustin peaceful escape became anything but...

His eyelids fluttered, light spilling into his vision in a rush. The gleam of the sun practically burned until his head ducked lower, seeing grass spilling around him. Lush, vibrant green blanketed around him, circling around in a small cove of fresh grass. "What? How is the grass so tall?" He mumbled, eyes knitting towards one another before he glanced down, seeing the swell of his plump stomach covered in... feathers?

"W-what?" His head spun to the side, looking as his 'arm' lifted to show a splay of feathers attached to a wing instead in a fixture of reddish, amber wings. His chest puffed out, though his stomach puffed even further into a near ball around him.

"I look like an Angry Bird character!" He cried, trying to flutter his wings to lift his plump body weakly, just testing the motion. Suddenly, the grass rustled to the side of him, sending a bolt of panic down his spine. "What was that?!"

Then, a flash of red showed through the foliage, a fox! Dustin's heart began to pulse, beating out of the thin veil of his chest. His stomach wobbled, wings trying again frantically to lift his oversized body while the leaves around him parted to show the fox's tail lashing madly and its paws lifting closer and closer. Then, it's head tipped down, jaws opening as Dustin stared frozen. Instead of the blank face of an animal, his sister lunged towards him with her teeth snarling. His wings flapped harder! Harder! But his body just shivered and hovered off the ground, he couldn't take flight!

"Hahahaha! Like you'd ever be able to escape me! You're to weak! Too fat!" The fox laughed, smacking a hand against Dustin's body so he crashed back into the trunk of the tree with a splash.

His eyes popped open, suddenly seeing blue fill his vision. A glittering shade of turquoise surrounded his head when he looked up to see water washing, dancing over his head. "W-woah... I escaped..." He mused, feeling a mystified calm settled over him while his tail began to flick, sending him smoothly through the water! "Wow!" He cried, laughing gleefully with the first sensation of actual relaxation he'd felt in a long time! Unlike before, everything seemed almost silent. The world was at peace down here in this glittery, bright water. His body glided through the water smoothly, letting him swim through the area before catching a glimpse of something sparkling on the bottom. "Hmm?" A glinting, reflective piece of metal suddenly gave Dustin a glimpse of his body, where his scales seemed to bulge over a plump and rounded belly. While his body wasn't all that long, he had a definite thickness in the water. "Ah! Even as a fish I'm plump!" he thought bitterly. "Here I thought I had escaped everything! But I'm the fattest fish in the pond!" As if for comparison, another fish darted past with its body going thin and sleek through a slice of rock that created a tunnel.

"Ooh! That looks cool!" Dustin thought, flicking his tail to follow the track of the other fish, heading towards the tunnel until thhhht- His body stopped. With the rocks of the passage on all sides of him, his tail jutted out the entrance and the rest of him wedged inside. "God dammit!" He cried! "I'm even too fat to be a fish!"

"I can't believe this!" He grumbled, starting to work himself backwards to escape while his mind churned up a fresh batch of self deprecation, feeling his mind bubbling with distaste at this new body that was still too large but, with effort, he distanced the thought with a flick of his tail, feeling another rush of excitement at his freedom before suddenly he heard a small 'plink!'

Turning, he spotted a small minnow. "Food!" His mind focused in, tail swishing to send him darting to the meal, but just as his mouth closed around it he felt a tug on his lip! A hook! His body shook, flailing weekly as he left the calming hug of the lake and saw his sister leaning back against a stump, a straw hat balanced over head head, "Looks lik' I caught us our dinner right 'er!" She drawn, chomping her words with a harsh, biting southern accent.

"No! Noooo!' His body shook, trying to escape the idea of being someone's meal. As a cow he was barbeque, as a bird he became fox bait, and now as a fish he took the bait! How could he!

Stacey lifted her hand, giving a little wiggle of the string so that Dustin's body flopped in the air, flinging water around his body. "Wow!" She gasped. "What a fat fish! I think I c'ught the fattest one in the whole dang pond!" She grabbed onto his midsection, squeezing that bulge of his stomach and kneading him so that both eyes seemed to bulge up, threatening to pop from his skull before she jerked the hook from his lip. "It's so squishy and plump!"

Her fingers pushed into his sides harder, rubbing the liquid off his scales while his gills flared. A raspy needy for oxygen through his watery home began to fill his mind, only enhancing his sensation of helplessness. IT felt as though she'd squeeze so hard he'd just burst, but she paid no mind. Her fingernails prickled against his flesh, squeezing and groping his convulsing frame, but no matter how much he shook and flopped in her hands she'd just hold tighter and he couldn't move away."You know," Stacey drawled, oblivious or uncaring to his building danger in the situation, "Your scales will give me lots of fish oil too! Lots of fatty acids to make my skin tight and youthful while your insides will give me a big hearty dinner! I don't know if I'll even be able to eat you all!"

Across the beach, sitting on another log, two small kids hunched over the water with their pouts hanging like their empty fishing lines. Stacey waved, "Hey y'all! Catch anything today?"

The girl of the pair looked up, one hand pressing to her stomach just as it gave an impatient and hungry grumble. "Nah! My papa didn't catch anything fishing earlier and we've been trying all afternoon, but all the fish are too smart to take the bait!"

"Yeah! We're starved!"

Stacey smirked, "The fish were too smart huh, apparently I found the one dumb fish in the pond!" She held up Dustin's body, letting him feel a harsh gush of air before he saw the kids eyes go wide at the sight of him. Holding him above her head, she squeezed hard on his mid-section so that the plump meat of his body squeezed and squished around her fingers. "He's nice and fat! Lookit this!" She gave him a little wiggle too, turning him around so they could see the bulge of his plump and meaty body from all angles. Dustin saw their eyes go wide at the sight of him, even a nearby stray cat with its orange fur matted crazily looked up with a plaintive mewl at the sight of Dustin's juicy body.

"Holy Moly! That's the fattest fish I eva saw!"

"You two want this one?"

"Would you really give it to us? We've been camping for a whole week and we were supposed to catch our food! All we've got left is cereal!" The kids whined, and Stacey nodded. "Yeah! Take this big 'ole fish! This should feed you!"

"It'll be like a feast!" Their small hands groped onto his body, having to hold him together to begin to lug him off towards the campsite, leaving Stacey to disappear. Dustin strained, eyes wide while the world swung madly around him, hands clutching onto him like a stolen trophy. "Dad! Dad!" The kids cried, thrusting him up in the air.

"N-No! Stacey!" Dustin tried to look back at her, suddenly realizing that these children were carting him off for an impatient cooking! He saw her, giving a little wave from her spot by the pond, but with every thudding step she faded and faded until he couldn't see her at all and instead, the orange glow of the campfire's flames consumed him figuratively.

It was only a matter of time before he was consumed literally.

Stacey, leaning back against the door, watched as Dustin's body rocked in his sleep with his weight enough to rattle the wall slightly that he leaned on. His lip quivered, miming the crying he did in his dream state. She chuckled, smirking. "Sweet dreams, brother!" She hovered just another second to see him shivering in his sleep, terror racking even his huge cow body in the real world, then with a final chuckle she left, leaving him to keep on dreaming.

The next few days began to blur together, each one would start by being roused from his pen inside in time for milking. He's been milked last, so his udders ached like the very first day and Billy would always taunt, always teasing at how eager Dustin would become for the milking, how relief shuddered down his spine at that first metallic cry from the bucket. Then, Billy created a tradition of enjoying a glass in front of the cow, sipping it while he spilled grains into a bucket and added anise, sneaking in an extra serving of the spice with each passing day so that it just burned in Dustin's guts all the more. He'd watch him, the boy smugly smiling with milk smeared above his upper lip while he filled up the squat boy and patted Dustin's flank that bulged with building mass, "Eat up, Miss Moo Moo! We want you as fat as we can before we cut ya up!"

Then, he'd sit back, relaxing and drinking his treat while Dustin's head smashed into the bowl, eager for the dreaded meal despite his true feelings. His throat would burn with the strength of the flavoring meant to season him from the inside out, even making his eyes water by the time the bucket emptied and Billy would wait for the thick, raspy cow tongue to clean the grains loose powder from the bottom.

"That's it, girl. Clean it up! Eat it all! Wouldn't want you getting hungry while I make your special treat!" He'd mock, smirking all the while like suddenly his morning chores, if they included laughing at Dustin, were enjoyable. Then, he'd make the goop filled with spinach and fish oil, smearing in leftover fat bits from his dinner the night before while telling him about how good the meal was originally, "Man, this chicken was so juicy! Fried in just a soft breading with a little lime and salt sprinkled over, a Mexican twist on a Southern dish, Mom called it. Oh the way it crunched!" He said, while Dustin suckled down the slime that oozed down his throat, sticking into the cracks of his teeth for him to lick out.

After two days, Maliena took over for Billy once, since the boy had to go to school early. Even worse, she tormented him with her sheer naivety about the whole situation. "Hey, Moo Moo. Billy biked to school with a bunch of friends, so I'm taking care of you today! I'm sure you miss, Billy, but I'll be just as nice! Promise!" She began to milk him, letting her fingers tug and massage the milk out steadily while she chattered. "Today at school we have a half day, everyone is heading out afterwards for traditions. I'm going to the beach with a bunch of people, I don't think we will really swim, it's too cold for that! But someone is bringing volleyball and we are packing picnics! It'll be so fun! Last year everyone started playing sand volleyball and then we ate like four gallons of ice cream! Oh it was so fun! I am so excited to do it again! Love teacher work days!"

Dustin listened to the sound of the grain pouring into the bucket after she'd finished milking, but he couldn't even appreciate the lack of taunting. He couldn't hear the splat of the lard filling the feeding bottle, instead he heard everyone laughing in his memories from last year's beach trip. He could hear it in his head, ringing happily with everyone's voices. He could see Maliena herself, lunging towards him for a ball with her bikini flashing bits of skin and letting her chest bounce in front of him. Then, he remembered where he was.

"I'm gonna miss it. I'm gonna miss beach day?" His location suddenly rushed back to him, he felt the sting of not just his situation but that his life was stolen away. He couldn't see his friends and take part in one of the most memorable group events all year, and he might never again!

When Billy returned the next day, he almost enjoyed the more idle taunting. Then, he would be sent into the yard to graze, meandering with the other cows with his nose stuck instinctively towards the ground to chew grass and cud for hours until lunch would roll around and he'd be fed another sloppy bottle of goop as the two teenagers arrived home from school, chattering about classes, friends, and another life. He couldn't stop thinking about what he was missing as he stood in a field. Instead of math class where he'd pass notes with Jonathan Parker, he was chewing grass and staring down at the wiggle of his plump udders when he walked. Instead of baseball practice for the rec league, he was sucking down fattening sludge.

And fattening it was. Within a few more days, Dustin began to realize something. When he walked, his legs gave the tiniest wobbles. His sides jutted out far enough that other cows had to veer around him to walk around the yard freely. His hips thrust out far from his body, padded with fat and cushioning. "I didn't think this could actually happen!" He cried, realizing that their numerous feedings a day had actually managed to make him fatter! In fact, fatter than all the other cows! When he settled into the hay of his stall, his sides brushed the walls, "I can't believe I'm even... thinking it..." Dustin began, musing to himself with a wistful droop in his head while cud pushed into his mouth to chew, "I'm truly a fat cow..." He pictured every serving of the goop he'd swallowed down, all the grain he'd eaten, and the grass on top! "This is my fault! I could have resisted! I could have tried! I just took it! I made myself like this! I made myself this pudgy, flabby, squishy... fatso! I did this!" Dustin cried, feeling a sinking sensation rush through his gut, pulling it down. With a cloud of depression seeming to sink over him Dustin looked down, trying to find comfort, and then he bent down at took a large mouthful of grass. "This'll make me feel better..."

The night before the fair, Billy hurried out to Dustin as soon as the moon began to show in the sky, well before the cows had even clumped together to sleep for the night. "Come on in! Better rest! More rest! Plus, we can't have you catching a cold before the fair! Wouldn't want sniffles upsetting the judges or have you looking gross when they pin on your ribbon for fattest cow in the lot!" Billy laughed, leading Dustin to the stable while Dustin's nostrils flared.

He caught something on the wind. With another long breath in, Dustin breathed deeply and could smell the same scent as earlier in the week. The same rich, musky scent that he'd smelled when Billy had milked him... and had him return the favor. The thick cloud of the scent followed them into the stable, already sending a rush down the cow's body and tingles into his groin. "Something tonight... is different..." The smell was one thing, but even Billy's body language seemed off, the strut he walked, and his silent almost proud demeanor while they neared the barn.

Once in the stable, door shut behind them, Billy leaned back on the door, "So, tomorrow is the big day, aye?" Dustin's eyes widened, seeing Billy's gaze locked on him while the boy began to rub a hand over his crotch, drawing attention to the girth pushing against the fabric of his pants. Dustin watched, almost hypnotized at the groping, squeezing motions of the boy's fingers as they caressed through the fabric of his pants, working over the obviously growing girth trapped just behind the zipper of his jeans.

"I have known you for years. I always tried to act nice to you, but you just kept screwing me over!" His hand tightened, gripping onto the thick girth of his cock through his pants, big enough now that his fingers didn't even fit around it. Then, he grabbed onto the zipper and tugged it down, releasing the tension in his pants in an instant. Dustin's eyes widened, taking in the sight of the bulging, hanging girth of the bull cock once again though it seemed even bigger than last time! "I think for once," Billy continued, lips starting to spread into a stern smile, "I should be the one screwing you!"

The musk thickened in the air. The cloud that had danced around them while walking now suffocated Dustin with its musk scent. His nostrils flared, instinctively breathing in the rich scent of a horny male, feeding off it. Instantly, his body began to respond, sex wettening to ready itself for what nature intended. Nature intended for a cow to be bred, bred by massive, rough bull cock.

Dustin stared, only able to stand as he waited for the bull boy, human but with the charismatic genitalia of a full-grown bull dangling between otherwise skinny thighs, to court him. Billy circled around him, the wafting scent of his cock still filling Dustin's nose, sending anticipatory throbs through his increasingly wet sex. Every second had more liquid glistening against the folds of his cunt, more anticipation percolating on his skin.

Then, a hand curled around the thin girth of his wisp of a tail. Billy jerked the appendage up, using it as a handle while his hips guided in. His thick, flared cockhead pushed to Dustin's folds before thrusting in quickly. The girth instantly stretched him wide around the thick cock, forcing his cunt to squeeze and clutch down with the realization of its desire to be filled. Billy thrust forward hard, sending a rippling sensation over Dustin's entire body with his loose, flabby body. With every consecutive thrust, Dustin's entire body shook and waggles. Beneath, his udder bounced and danced with every motion, keeping time with the slapping of Billy's body to Dustin's backside.

Billy sneered, saying nothing at first, just letting Dustin settle into the experience. The cow's head filled with a mix of emotion. Shame filled him, feeling the way his fat shook on his frame and seemed to remind him of every extra pound. His udder ached with the hard wobbling it did, letting the teats actually flip up and smack to the main girth of the sack beneath him.

Yet, at the same time, Dustin's body filled with another kind of warmth than the flush of humiliation. He felt the rush of arousal from his sex. He felt his cunt's walls squeezing down, clutching and milking over the cock eagerly, encouraging it. Billy's hands reached up, starting to knead the big behind of the cow's ass. "Do you feel how lucky you are, Dustin- Miss Moo Moo?" His hips smacked harder, diriving his huge cock deeeper. "You don't think any bull would mate with such a fat cow, do you? I mean, look at yourself! This is just gross!" Dustin felt his entire body ripple with another hard slam forward, eyes starting to prickle with tears. The gem on his chest flickered with light while his eyes glittered with tears.

His sex clenched down harder, squeezing with pleasure at the big cock that filled him so well, yet at the same time his entire body burned with shame. He'd never felt so ashamed in his life, in himself, in his actions, in his body. He felt shame for it all. His cheeks flared with red, the blush even showing through the fur while wetness from his pussy began to fill the air with a squelching reminder of the second side, the fact that he couldn't help but love this. He couldn't help but feel pleasure filling him, a need for the bull cock slamming into his cunt.

"I know you know how lucky you are! Lookit how wet you are! You're such a lucky cow! Lucky to have gotten fucked at all!" Billy assured, and Dustin found his mind caught between thoughts, "Lucky!? This isn't lucky!?" He tried to think, but instead he actually felt his head bob with agreement! His hips were pushing back, trying to match with the thrusting of Billy's hips and meeting to every push forward. Dustin couldn't help it, he felt his mind filling with strange, piercing images about Billy and how lucky Dustin was to have a top stud like him choosing to mate Dustin.

"I can't believe he's picked me! I am lucky!" Dustin's mind seemed to spin once, but then it'd turn back, feeling a fresh rush of shame at even thinking it. "I can't believe myself! I'm being brainwashed! That's the only possibility! I'd never want this otherwise! Never enjoy this!" But, seconds later, when Billy's cock began to throb and pulse with building orgasm, Dustin's excitement was mounting. He tingled with excitement to have Billy's cum inside him! Breeding him! Mating him! Then, he shuddered at the thought.

Suddenly, with a grunt, Billy shot out a spray of hot, gooey cum. Dustin felt it splurt out inside him, spilling into his sex. He felt the flood of heat spread out inside him while Billy's rumbling, satisfied groan, bloomed into his ear. Billy's hand release his tail, slapping his palm once, hard against the rump of the plump cow. The sound echoed once through the barn, a period at the end of the sexual sentence before he tugged out. "Goodnight."

Billy turned and left, just like that and left Dustin with cum dripping and oozing out from his sex, running in lines out down his thighs and streaming over the backside of his udder. Globs dangled from his teats, creating a sticky film over the skin they'd slide over leaving trails like slugs made of jizz. Dustin stood, silently feeling everything rush out of his gaping sex. He felt the air wash against the hot flush, sending faint chills up his spine while the hot cum traced warm lines down his sex and dripped into the hay. For a minute, he heard the sounds of Billy leaving, then all was utterly silent. "I can't believe he mated me..." Dustin thought, though a second later he wasn't sure if his believe was because of negative shock...or positive surprise.

The next morning, Dustin awoke with the sound of the barn door creaking open. "Oh my! That thing needs oil!" A voice exclaimed, Maliena's with its softer, lilting quality, the faintest hint of an accent she'd picked up from her Southern relatives who visited often. His head lifted, watching the girl head straight for his stall with a brush in her hand, "Good morning, Miss Moo Moo! Ready for the big day? Not yet you're not! But I'm going to get you ready!"

She let him out from his stall, leading him out into the open space used for milking before she set the brush to his side and drug it down through the fur. Dust fluttered out from his fur, sprinkling down onto the dirt floor. "Oh! Dusty! But beautiful!" Maliena assured, focusing her brush at the scruff of his neck. "You are really a beautiful cow, Miss Moo Moo. You're going to be great PR for the farm today. Everyone in town will see! The farmers and breeders will want to know how we landed such a beauty, the butcher is going to want to buy your cuts, and the public is just gonna melt! They'll just think you're the cutest, chubby cow that ever lived!" She playfully squeezed at his cheek before brushing the bristles over where her fingernails mussed the fuzz.

Dustin's horror at what she proposed didn't show while she brushed the idle -looking cow, but inside, Dustin 's mind flooded with horror films running the tape on how the fair would go today! Lots of oohing and awwing! Pointing! His stomach churned, rolling over with frightened anticipation while another creak rang into the air.

"Billy! Here to help?"

"'Course!" The siblings swapped, so that Billy began to brush down Dustin's side in long, hard strokes to pull out the loose fur and dirt trapped in his fur coat. The bristles tugged out the tuffs of dead hair, sending them fluttering down to the ground while Maliena lifted up a squat jar. "Now for that big, beautiful udder of yours!" She exclaims, hefting the container so Dustin glimpsed, "W-A-X" lettered around its sides. The girl squatted down and, with careful fingers, began to smear the wax over the pink flesh of his udder, rubbing it into the rubbery skin. "This will give the skin a nice, pretty glow! Very healthy and ripe looking!" She explained, working her hands around the roundest portion of his udder and squeezing with a jiggle. "It's just so big and jiggly!"

Her fingers pushed into him, jostling the juicy udder a few more times while the wax smoothed out into his skin. "Lookit it dance! Like jello! But wayyy bigger than a jello cup!" She giggled again, poking the skin lightly to watch how it rippled over the surface of Dustin's pinky appendage. He just stared at the ground, shame filling his cheeks with a hot pink at Maliena's amusement. "I don't think I've even seen an udder so big and jiggly! Even the one's producing extra milk for calves don't get such wobbly udders! It's amazing!" Maliena praised, but instead of washing over him like compliments, every one stabbed at his dying pride, the shreds of humanity he had left.

Moving onto each individual teat, where she focused wax in between each one to avoid any patchiness in his udder's gleam, her hand squeezed around enough that milk spurted out. "Oh! Aren't these even bigger than before?" She questioned Billy, who continued to brush the dust and fur from Dustin's backside in a steady, sweeping motion. Her hands squeezed again, groping out the girth of his elongated teats. "They feel bigger! Almost too big! It's kinda creepy!" Her nose wrinkled with a momentary look of disgust before she giggled again, wiggling the teats at Billy like fingers. Dustin felt her nails tickle at his sensitive skin, working the wax between the teats and smearing it up onto his udder so it jiggled again. Then, with a beaming smile, the girl laughed to herself and shook the teats in her hands so they flopped and danced. "Don't you think the jury might find these obscene?"

"Hah!" Billy laughed, slapping at his knee. "They will hate it or love it, one of those two!" His smile stayed wide, spreading across his face while the brush skipped up Dustin's back until the boy's lips grazed the cow's ears with a heated whisper, "Heh, All those years in school spent on learning and education and your primary function is now that swinging udder between yours legs! That big, wobbling sac of fat is your purpose! What your best at! What? You used to tutor Maliena in Science right? Hah! Gonna tutor her on how to produce rich, creamy, high-fat milk now? I don't think she needs that! Now all you have to do is eat and fatten up as a big, dumb cow! You job is just what you've been doing for days! Sleep and eat, eat, eat, eat every day until you sleep and repeat. All we need you for is that udder down there and the creamy, butter-ready milk it makes. We don't care about whatever personality you've got left in there, instead we care about the fat content of your milk. We don't care if you're the smartest cow ever, to us, you're just a dumb animal. That's all that matters. Those udders, eating and being milked, making our food. Accept the fact that you're just a big, dumb cow!" He chuckled, watching Maliena continued to massage wax into every inch of Dustin's udder, ensuring that it kept wobbling and swinging beneath him to only enhance Billy's harsh whispers.

Dustin couldn't believe what he was hearing, tried to block it out but Billy's words rung through his mind even so. "It's not true! I'm not dumb! I'm still in here! I'm smart! I'm just as smart! I remember everything!"

"Can you believe it? You spent how many years in classes? Doing homework every night, studying for tests and now it's all gone. You're not gonna be some special student anymore, never be valedictorian, never even a lousy student teacher."

"No! It's okay! I'll be the most educated cow! Maybe I'll teach the others! We'll revolt! I'm smart! I'll find a way! I'll remember! People will notice! They'll see the intelligent behind my eyes! Mom will realize it sometime! They'll see me underneath this-this guise!" Dustin pleaded to himself, denying everything with a fiery, fear-fueled passion.

Then, as if he knew what Dustin was thinking, how the boy trapped inside the big, squishy body of a cow rationalized for himself, to save himself Billy continued, "And if you happen to remember your classes, recall all the facts, well, none of it even matters anymore! It'll just drive you crazy to know! No one will know what you are inside that body! They look at see big glossy udders, all waxed up by your crush herself down there and they think of milk and steaks. They look at you and see a cow, a big, dumb cow. Nothing else. You're not here for anything else but being milked and making milk, until we eat ya!"

"Now you're just a cow, a dumb cow who eats and makes milk until he's butchered. Hah! What a waste of taxpayers money!" He paused, smirking down at Dustin for a second before his whisper intensified, "Enjoy today as it might be one of your last."

He stepped back, gripping a roll of fat between his fingers, rolling his hand over it and squishing his nails down into the give of the loose flesh. While he toyed with Dustin, keeping him on edge with a cycle of negative thoughts swirling into a cyclone in his head, Maliena looked up with her hands finishing their waxing, "You know, it's a pity we sold her already to Miss Delia, she certainly would make a good barbeque cow, but I think she has so much more potential as breeding stock." She shrugged, "I mean, you can always eat her afterwards! But, oh well, that's business!"

She paused, long enough for Dustin to consider what she'd said, what his life would be like not having the barbeque hanging over his head. He imagined, for a mere moment, the hope being a breeding cow would represent, the chance to keep on living! But, then it crashed home with the image of calves suckling at him, tugging on those long teats, Billy's words from the day before swirled back: "I pity the calf that drinks from those!" and he hung his head, shame gurgling within his stomach and chest like bad heart burn.

"I can't believe I even thought of that..." Dustin thought, but in the back of his mind, he knew that he'd prefer the daily humiliation of being a breeder than being tormented with the threat of the impending barbeque. "Would I really though? I'd want to wake up every day to be milked? To have Billy taunt me? Torment me with t-that thing!" His mind filled with the memory of the oversized bull cock and he shook it away, banishing the memory, "Would I want to eat that goop and grain every day? Chew cud in a field?" Nothing in his life seemed worth it, everything just one moment of shame to the next, yet when he pictured himself looking down at everyone enjoying steaks, laughing and dancing in the makeshift dancing stage they made each year, that he was supposed to make with Maliena until he had the nerve to ask her out! He couldn't imagine not being there, or rather being on the plates!

"Come on then, Miss Moo Moo! To the plaza!" Maliena urged, taking him out to a slated trailer and leading him on. Once in, darkness seemed to swallow him except for the slices where he glimpsed out. While they started to drive, he glimpsed his house through the crack, his window open enough to catch a brief look at his old bed, piled with dirty laundry and frozen as if he'd just vanished from it and no one had noticed the difference.

"Oh why hello!" Delia crooned at the sight of Maliena and Billy, leading in Dustin between themselves.Stacey, who stood at her side, lifted a hand in a wave. In the heat of the approaching spring which would bleed quickly into a hotter summer, Stacey wore tiny cutoff shorts, showing off her long legs and flipflops to show the glistening black surface of her nails, still unscuffed. Her stomach peeked out, at the top of her shorts, beneath a mid-drift top with straps slipping off her shoulders beneath a cascading wave of hair. She exuded an easy, sexual energy around her, tantalizing and confident. Her counterpart, Maliena, wore a modest pair of capris that disappeared into cowgirl boots. They were ripped at the knee, giving the smallest glimpse of her pink skin beneath. Then, a simple, thick-strapped tank top showed off her arms, tanned from time in the sun's glow but without the sneaking skin showing out or the dangerously useless straps.

"Hello, Miss Delia! Lookit this beauty! Think she'll win!?" Maliena patted Dustin's back, drawing attention to him lumbering between them.

"Oh my! Miss Moo Moo has certainly grown!" Delia exclaimed, clapping her hands. "How much do you think she gained? Ten pounds? Fifteen? Twenty? Maybe more? A few more steaks for the barbeque at least!" She giggled slyly, flashing a little grin. Dustin glanced at her, but dropped his eyes at her comment, trying to avoid seeing how many people began to pour into the fair grounds even as they showed up extra early for their registration. Anything that reminded him of the grounds he'd see today, or rather, the crowds that would see him, he didn't want to think about.

Even so, the sound of footsteps created a dull background sound. Every second was permeated with the sound of families pouring into the grounds, lining up. He could hear tickets ripping and the wheels of strollers creaking, all heading and hurrying them into the exhibits just next door. "So many people will be here..." He thought, catching a familiar voice over the sound of the crowd. "Yo man! I never thought you'd show up!" Then, the slapping of hands, the dull thunk of a bro-hug. Dustin blanched. His friends, arriving already! That meant they were hoping to see the early shows, including the rodeo at ten that morning which was started by a parade of the showing cattle! His stomach began to churn, worry building.

"Come on, Miss Moo Moo! Gotta get you registered!" They shuffled into a line, packed around a secretary desk while one-by-one every other cow was measured, weighed, and assigned a number before shuffling off towards the display stalls. Once Dustin's turn arrived, the secretary shuffled over with a wave of her hand, unrolling the long measuring tape with a flick of her wrist. "My Oh My! What a plump cow!" The woman exclaimed, turning to see Dustin standing there. "We've got a big one for number 342!" She scribbled his number onto a registration form, waving her manicured nails in the air for a second before she stepped in closer to Maliena. "What is this one's name for the display and card here?"

Maliena grinned, "Miss Moo Moo!" She announced, with pride, much to Dustin's dismay as he felt the secretary's eyes sweep over his body before she giggled softly.

"Oh! Hehe! Miss Moo Moo! That's cute." She scrawled down the name before waggling her measuring tape. "Now let's get your digits!" She laid the tape around Dustin's midsection, trying to reach it around his chest but the two ends wouldn't meet. "Oh my! I have never seen this! The measuring tape is too short! Do we have a longer one?"

The cows and their owners in line behind Dustin sighed with annoyance, fixing their eyes on him with hard stares before muttering amongst each other, "Dang cow, too fat for the tape!"

"I've never seen a cow with so much padding on its bones as that!"

"Size XL measuring tape needed?"

Dustin's eyes dipped down, trying to avoid catching their stares while they oggled this cow, too big for the measuring tape while the secretary called to her colleague for a longer tape. "If you didn't have such a big tukus!" She laughed, patting her hand against Dustin's massive rump before his eyes darted away. Discomfort had him standing tense, legs stiff while a new tape began to hug around him.

"This one might not be longer enough either..." The secretary mumbled, tongue sticking out of her mouth with concentration as she tried to squeeze the tape tighter around him and force the last few inches inside its encircling grasp. Dustin sucked in his air, trying to let it end quickly, but the tape just popped apart.

"Here, help me overlap the two!" The two secretaries, with their long nails scraping against his coat and tickling against his stomach, worked together to hug the tapes to each other to stretch around his stomach, practicing their spiel for the gossiping posts later about this oversized cow: "Can you believe it? This big old cow came from their farm? I don't think I've ever seen cattle like this? With a body this broad? A rump that big?! That cow has a bigger ass that Maggy down at the supermarket!"

Dustin folded his ears down, trying to focus the sounds from people's feet up. Suddenly, hearing all the crowds to drown out their unintentional mockery would have been a blessing but their shrill voices could not be avoided.

"This cow has got a bigger ass than the Miss America we had last year, that little tart with the booty shorts? It's so wide! So big! Looks like the butt of a rapper's girlfriend!"

"This butt is bigger than your mothers!" The two woman suddenly stared at each other, holding eye contact for a single heated moment before checking the tapes, marking where they improvised tape measure read, and tugged apart from each other with a womanly huff of annoyance.

The original woman marked down the measurement before looking at Maliena once again, "Now to the scale, dear. Will you just lead him to the cattle scale here?" She waved her hand at the massive scale embedded into the floor.

Stepping onto the scale, Dustin felt a wash of relief. "It's almost over. This is the worst part. That was the worst part, and it's behind me. Now, I just can zone out... Relax... The day will be over soon enough..." He let out a long breath, closing his eyes and letting the faint beeping of the scale being started fade into mere white noise. He felt calm. He felt peace.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sudden screech of the scale broke through Dustin's shield of distraction. The loud, hard beeping also grabbed the attention of everyone waiting in line for registration, waiting in line to enter the park, and even those waiting in lines inside the fair for rides, foods, or seats for the upcoming shows. Hundreds of pairs of eyes all swiveled to the harsh cawing of the scale beneath Dustin's feet.

"Oh Lord! What is happening now!?" The screen for the scale, before just flashing with dashes of confusion, displayed a sudden bold message: "OVERLOAD ERROR." Then, it a booming, beeping, electronic voice began to announce: "The item you have placed on the scale exceeds the weight maximum. The scale cannot read the item placed on the surface pad. Overload error has occured. Please remove the object." It began to run through the message again, letting it echo through Dustin's mind while the crowds began to hum with their own observations. Gasps of shock and disbelief layered over the muttering and teasing about his size. No one could believe their eyes. Dustin tried to look down, but his ears couldn't block their voices. Their eyes still burned against his back. Then, with a sudden clank the scale stopped its announcement and slumped further into the ground.

"Golly Me! I think he broke it all the way down!" The secretary cried, grabbing onto her clipboard and clutching it desperately. Against Dustin's neck, the gem of his collar flickered and blazed with the magic pouring out of him. His shame coupled with returning memories from the scale back at the farm and all the eyes here witnessing it now, maximizing that original sensation.

"I have never in my life seen such a thing!" The woman exclaimed, but tentatively wrote down the maximum amount as listed by the scale's warning label. "Guess we'll just have to guess that it's at least that!" She exclaimed before turning to Delia. "Would you be willing to help me with some insurance forms for this? Just sign as a witness?"

"Want me to write down my account too?" Delia offered, voice sweet as syrup.

"Oh that'd be just lovely!"

"Okay!" She leaned over the form, carefully starting to draft her account," On this day, the cow registered as Miss Moo Moo stepped onto the scale. The scale then flashed an error of Overload Error, due to the cow's extraneous amount of weight. Then, it broke down very suddenly. No misuse was done, the cow is just very, very large." Then, she signed with a flourish. Dustin stared, mouth nearly gaping, "My own mother signs as witness to the most humiliating moment of my life." He thought, seeing the loop of her pen engraved into his mind.

"Now, Miss Moo Moo! Let's get you to the convention center before you cause any more trouble!" Maliena urged, starting to tug him away from the scale and out onto the dirt path that led from the registration zone to the prep center for cattle competitors. Dustin plodded slowly towards the show, still dwelling on the voices ringing in his mind of people's gasps and snickers, their amusement and disbelief at his size. As the rest of the group walked along with him, Stacey meandered up towards the front so she could rub her hand over his head in a long stroke. "So, how'd that feel, Miss Moo Moo? All those eyes on you? When you were too fat for the measuring tape? Too fat for the scale? Did you notice all the people in line staring at you? All the other owners looking at their cows and wondering, "how is that one so much fatter? It's huge!" Did you see the people up on the ferris wheel already? Looking down and asking themselves if they are really that high up since that cow looks massive still!" The gem, still faintly pulsing already without Stacey, began to glow again as Dustin's insecurities came rushing back full force. His skin crawled with the sensation of everyone staring that she brought back into clear focus.

"Just think, now we're heading into the show arena. Here, not only will they announce your size and your weight, but they'll walk you in front of everyone. All the spectators and the owners and every single kid here from school is going to see you and stare. Before, maybe half the park saw you, hundreds, but now... now it could be over a thousand people seeing you, Moo Moo." Her voice became mocking, using his nickname back at him. "I just hope you enjoy every second, Dustin." She hissed, lowering her voice into a whisper. "I want you to look for your friends in the crowd, picture what they'd be saying about you, imagine what it'd be like if they knew..." She snickered, rubbing beneath his chin. "Relish in this fair, Dustin. It could be your last."

With her words ringing in his head, Dustin walked the rest of the way to the arena like a ghost. His body continued to move one foot in front of the other but his mind was merely a wisp in his head. He heard her words echoing, heard the beeping of the scale, and the giggles from children who'd already seen his size. "How am I going to make it through this..." He thought, feeling a sinking sensation of despair in his stomach. He couldn't even find a way to rationalize or deny how he felt, he nearly accepted the burning sensation of shame in his stomach, nearly.

Just inside, before they headed into the arena's center with the other cows, Maliena hurriedly grabbed onto Dustin's halter and stopped his momentarily. "One second!" She murmured before lifting out a crown with flowers woven together, dainty white daisies and blooming buds that ranged from soft, almost white pinks to bright fuchsias in a blend of their blossoming hues. She skipped forward a step, lowering the dainty crow onto Dustin head so that his ears poked out from beneath it and held it onto his knobbed head. The rich floral scent of the crown bloomed around him, making both nostrils twitch with its intensity. "Ugh, what is she doing now?" Dustin grumbled, trying to duck his head down and away from her, but she just tickled under his chin. "In the swiss, they use it a lot! I hope it will give us some extra luck today!" She giggled sweetly, seeming to read his internal disgust at the crown as delight instead. Then, she looped a leash around his head and gave a small tug, "Come on now, Miss Moo Moo! Everyone wants to see you!"

Dustin's feet didn't budge. His stomach swirled with panic. "Everyone... Everyone wants to see me! Everyone wants to LAUGH at me! Everyone wants to point and gape and stare at me! The fattest cow ever!" His voice, even just inside his head, took on a menacing, whimpering quality as his panic mounted. He could remember the arena from last year, when he'd been sitting on the stands and not about to walk onto the dirt center ring. Hundreds of locals and people from neighboring towns carted their entire families into this showing event. All the farmers came in to look at competition, buyers came to eye which farms produced the best meat cows, and locals had nothing better to do in the little town than support the event. The local newspapers would come to cover the event, the news station had a truck they'd passed already with camera's rolling footage of the lumbering cows for full reports later that night when anyone who could have missed the event would catch up.

"There's not going to be a single person who misses this. No one will not see me..." He thought with a sickening drop in his gut.

"Come on Miss Moo Moo! They are going to be announcing us any minute!" Maliena urged, tugging on his leash and pulling him forward, the transformation spell kicking in to keep him a docile and obedient beast. He trotted behind her, head ducked low as he hear the rumble of the sound system. "And next up is Miss Moo Moo!" The announcer began before he listed off a variety of size measurement. "And this lady weighs in at a total of... holy cow! This cow weighs over a ton!" A shocked murmur went over the crowd, and Dustin stepped into view. Instantly, all the eyes locked onto him while he entered into the arena. He heard their voices, leaking out of conversations and to his ears while they rounded the first bend: "That's the cow that broke the scale!" Murmured those that had been there to witness the fateful clunk of the machinery dying under Dustin's girth. He flushed at the mention, remembering with a rush the sense of shame that filled him at the repeat of his earlier experience, with the audience only growing!

"I can't believe it! That's the biggest cow I have ever seen!" Cried the local observers, who casually compared cow sizes, while the farmers in the audience grabbed their beards and scratched with mad thought, "Wow! What ever could they have fed that cow to produce such size? That cow is, in my professional opinion, huge!"

Even the children, with their attention spans short and spastic, saw the cow with keen interest and curiosity as all the grown-ups in the audience seemed to be fascinated:"Mommy, why is that cow so fat? Does he need Weight Watchers like you do?"

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god..." Dustin began to mutter, feeling his heart beat with the sound of his mounting stress. His skin crawled with the sensation of the eyes on him. As Maliena tugged him around the display circle, the collected noise of their ooh's and aah's filled the arena with sound waves that crashed into him, over and over. He felt a deep blush filled his cheek, making the skin burn with the color of his shame.

"This just in folks, if you weren't there to see, this cow was actually big enough to break the weigh in scale! That means the weight is possibly even fatter than what I read! Can you believe it? Miss Moo Moo! The fattest cow the fair has ever seen!" The crowd began to buzz louder, people leaned in towards him, eyeing his curves and the udders swaying between his legs. He felt them waving under him, teats wriggling madly like alien fingers. The jury, seated on the flattest level with the arena, eyed him with extra intensity. Walking in front of them, Maliena slowed enough that he felt their eyes especially intense upon his skin for even longer. They spoke in hushed whispers, but his keen ears couldn't seem to miss any ounce of commentary they made...

"Wow, look at the sheen on that udder, it's so pink and fleshy! This cow certainly looks healthy."

"With as much as it weighs, it's got to be getting LOTS of nutrients! Ha ha!"

"How many steaks do you think this would yield? Enough for the entire town I bet! It's got a very lush rump... Look at the size of that thing!"

Dustin's cheeks blazed with humiliation, ears twitching against the ticklish petals of the flowers atop his head, just another jab that the audience could stare at. His eyes ducked down so all he could see was the dirt, trying to block it all out. As they rounded the second side of the arena, he began to feel a sense of control. His ears rang with the buzz of voices, but he didn't let himself focus on their words, he couldn't hear their voices, he was rock.

"You shoot me down! But I won't fall! I am titani-cow!"

But suddenly, a gasp of surprise rushed over the audience. Dustin looked up, panicked to see a leggy calf bolting over the fence around the display zone and charging towards him. "What the hell!?"

"Look at this folks! Apparently a calf escaped from the exposition building and has been searching for its mommy! It refuses to take the bottle and it's HUN-gry!" The announced led in, capturing more gasps and coos from the audience as the critter leapt the last foot to Dustin's side and latched onto a sensitive teat. It's lips tightened, clutching onto the tendril and giving a hard suck. Both the cows eyes went wide, feeling a suction of the tender thing like never before! The calf began to drink down his milk in hard, strong gulps that pistoned the milk out of the teat faster than Billy ever had! At the sight of the calf, finding Miss Moo Moo to be a fitting meal, everyone awww'd in unison. The scene sent cameras flashing until only the sound of clicking phones and flashing cameras filled the room.

Maliena, giggling to herself, petted Dustin's head, "Lookit that! She thinks you're delicious too! You just have the creamiest milk ever!" She praised, tickling under her cow's chin and cooing at him right along with the audience, only making it all seem worse. "You'd make such a good momma cow! Oh yes you would! I bet those udders would nourish five babies! You milk is that rich!"

Dustin looked down, hearing the wet noises of the drinking calf layered with Maliena's innocent commentary that painted a sickening picture. The eager lips tugged hard on him, making the tender, extended teats ache while Maliena had a blush rushing up his neck and cheeks. "I-I could never be a mother cow! I-I am not meant for this!" He tried to deny the entire situation, just ignore it, but at the same time a part of him felt relief at having his udders a little emptier.

When finally a flustered farmer arrived to whisk the calf away, the crowd had settled down and Dustin was led back to the judge's table for serious deliberation. His cheeks ached from the heat of the blush there while all his teats throbbed from the overzealous animal, making them puffy and swollen while they wiggled under him as he trotted to the judges.

"The jury has deliberated! Based on his size, measurement, and appearance they think this cow, Miss Moo Moo, wins the place of best meat cow this year!" A loud gasp went through the people gather, excitement rippling through many while some were instantly discussing the decision amongst themselves.

One judge, taking a microphone, stepped forward. "Before we award him the official mark, we want to do a closer inspection! So, first, I am going to sample the milk production to try to get a read on the natural flavors and richness!" He strolled to Dustin's side, kneading and squeezing his flank. His hand grabbed, squeezing tightly onto the thickness of the girth to demonstrate to all the audience the sheer girth in the meat. "As we can see here, the flank is certainly rich with meat. It's very tender and fatty, which would provide a good flavor."

"Now for the taste test!" The man squatted, leaning a glass beneath one of Dustin's sore teats and giving a squeeze. Milk spurted into the glass, foaming and frothing against the side before more streams began to fill the cup. "First glance, I can see its rich. It's nice and thick here in the cup." He swirled the liquid around, demonstrating where it sloshed to the sides of the cup. "It's very plentiful! A full glass that fast even after feeding a calf! Wow!"

His head tipped back, taking a long gulp of the milk, letting some of the froth line his upper lip in a mustache of white. "Wow oh wow! I wish you all in the audience could taste this! This is the creamiest milk I've ever tasted! The thickness, the flavor, I can taste the amount of fat content in this for some quality milk, top-notch butter or ice cream... The flavor is also very unique... I think I am getting a subtle hint of anise."

Dustin's stomach flipped over. His eyes made the mistake of scanning the audience, seeing a smug Delia watching while Stacey beamed beside her, happy with their edits in his diet now having an effect.

The other judges, looking at the first with some eyes squinting with jealousy, began to slip from their seats and scoop up their testing glasses. Joining the first at Dustin's sides, their glasses all began to fill with the frothy milk fresh from his throbbing, pulsing teats. In a chorus of oohs and ahhs, they all began to agree. "Wow! This milk is excellent!"

"Oooh... this is quality stuff!"

"The creaminess! Just imagine this in coffee! The perfect creamer!"

Dustin's eyes ducked down, trying to avoid the stares as they all praised his quality milk, grabbed his sides and rump, and discussed the soft, tender quality of his meat. After a full five minutes, they headed back to their judgement table, all with glasses refilled.

The first cleared his throat, wiping away a milk mustache with his sleeve, "We have decided, after thorough deliberation, that this cow deserves first prize!"

A gasp rushed through the crowd. Dustin's stomach dropped. He felt the newscaster cameras zooming in, catching Maliena's squeal of excitement: "Oh Miss Moo Moo! The crown WAS good luck!"

"Hey now!" A sudden gruff voice shouted out, breaking the festivities. "This is foul play! It's unfair! There is no way a cow can actually be that fat! It has to be pregnant or something! Those two are cheating!" Another competitor nodded, throwing his air up beside the first, "He's right! That cow is obtuse! It's huge! This is unfair!"

Dustin's mind echoed around his words, feeling his pride stinging freshly once again. He tried to escape their eyes, not look, but the scene just crashed against him. Forcing him to be witness to his own shame.

Maliena, beside him, experience her own stinging pride at the insult. "That is so rude!" She cried, "That is a direct insult on my pride and my honor! This cow is entirely eligible! In fact, I call for an independent vet to prove it! Right now! I am not cheating and I want to a vet to prove it!"

A hush settled over the crowd, even the youngest of the children noticed the shift in the air. Dustin looked around, trying to discern what Maliena's call to action meant. "What is going on? What does that mean? What are they going to do to me!?" Dustin's head swung side to side, looking madly around until he spotted the vet hurrying towards them. His arms swung out, sleeves already rolled up before he began to slide a rubber glove up onto his arm, letting it snap into place.

Dustin's eyes widened, looking to Maliena, then to Billy and Stacey and Delia in the stands. "What is going on? What are they going to do? HOW DO THEY CHECK THIS INFORMATION!?" He felt a nagging feeling of panic, unsure how they checked, but having a sensation of what it might be. When his eyes met her, Stacey winked.

"Oh, I'm screwed."

The vet reached his side and grabbed his tail before jerking it up into the air. The cool breeze washed against Dustin's nethers, sending a chill up his spine from the heat of his sex. Then, with a sudden motion, the vet's hand pushed up against the tight pucker of Dustin's asshole!

"What the hell!?" He cried, feeling his rump clenching and spasming in response to the attempt at intrusion, but then it began to yawn open. The vet's fingers writhed slightly, pushing a hearty amount of pressure to the tight pucker before it squelched and stretched around the plastic of the glove and the hand began to slide and push down into his ass!

Dustin's eyes were wide. The news camera, also sending a video up onto a screen to give the audience a blown up view of the action down below, zoomed in from his side to catch all the footage of the test. The vet hunched forward, pushing his fingers even deeper while they writhed and rubbed inside. Dustin shook with disbelief. His mind couldn't wrap around what was happening. Everything was too much. All the people staring burned on his back. The shrill sound of his sister's laughter piercing the air rang in his ears. His mothers own gasp of shock puffed through his mind. Billy's smirk caught his eye, filling his vision with its vindictive sight. Everyone was staring at him, seeing him with this man's arm delving deep into his asshole.

Around his neck, the gem flickered and glowed brightly. The purple stone blazed where it sat against his fur, shining out while the situation forced the magic to flee from his body rapidly. Every moment of humiliation. Every shameful sensation. Every mockery, laugh, or smirk he'd endured climaxed in this single moment when everyone he knew, everyone he'd ever met, the entire town he grew up in witnessed him being penetrated by a vet.

Suddenly, the gem gave a little flash, reaching the capacity of all his magic siphoned into it. At the same moment, the vet's free hand lifted. "She is not pregnant! This is her normal state!" Then, the hand began to tug back. The plastic slid against the inside of his ass, tickling where it began to push against the ring of muscle once again. Dustin strained, feeling his stress clenching him even tighter around the hand even though all he wanted was it out. The harder he squeezed, the vet just tugged harder to force the hand down the shaft of his rump. He pulled and pulled, stretching and straining Dustin's ass around the bulge of his fist inside him until it popped his hand back out with a wet sound that echoed through the stadium through all the microphones hovering around him.

The competitors all just stared, mouths dropped open wide with disbelief at the verdict. "Wow, that is a fat cow." Murmurs faintly rippled through the other breeders, cattle farmers, and various other competitors, but in the end they accepted the truth and began to stare at Dustin with a newfound awe. The judges stepped forward, handing an oversized ribbon to Maliena and draping a blanket of woven flowers over Dustin's back. "Congratulations Miss Moo Moo on being an impossibly fat cow! It just won you the show!" A burst of cheering exploded like a geyser from the fans watching, and for a split second, Dustin raised his head with an inkling of pride before he realized the he was taking pride in his obesity and dropped his head suddenly.

"I can't believe myself!" He scolded, feeling a flush heat up his cheeks as Billy stepped up beside his sister, Delia and Stacey following behind. "Being all proud of being the fattest cow! Gosh!"

"Come on Moo Moo! Take a victory lap!" The announcer called, waving his arms around to keep the energy of the crowd roaring around him. Dustin glanced up to see familiar faces jumping out from the masses, his best friend who was snickering and filming with his phone. "It's like he knows it's me..." Dustin thought miserably, watching the nearby boys smacking each other's arms, pointing and whispering amongst each other.

"Come on! Let's go show off the queen of all cows!" Billy coaxed, giving a tug on Dustin's lead before they started around the big circle all over again. This time, along with the stares and cheers of mere excitement, buyers and breeders clustered up towards the arena, frantically making offers.

"This cow was obviously made to start a new, fatter cow! This is what the American cow industry needs! Let me buy her from you! Name a price! Name a price!"

"You are a tight knit family, I can see this cow holds a place in your hearts- a big, fat place! Hah! Let me buy just the breeding rights! She can live with you, give you that delicious milk, I just want to have her pregnant as much as possible!" Dustin's eyes widened, picturing himself constantly fatter than even now! Constantly with calves feeding from his teats like before, tugging and suckling on those sneisitive appendages! "N-no way!"

"I'll cut a deal! I need to get my hands on that cow! What's your price on breeding with her? Just one calf will be enough to start a new generation of the fat cow!" Dustin's ears rung, suddenly he could see his picture plastered all over America, advertising the cow that had started it all. "America, this here is the original fat cow! The cow that was so fat it tipped the scales in the favor of all of America! It gave us the heartiest steaks ever and lots of babies just like it," charmed a TV personal, waving at footage of Dustin lumbering around and eating grass.

Offers flew out around them from all sides at rapid speed, assaulting Dustin's ears like rifle fire. Even without trying to insult him, everything they said reminded him of his size, how fat he really was and of her place, just a big, dumb cow to be bartered for, bred, used for profit. His cheeks burned with the red of his blush, but everyone with his basked in it. Maliena just thanked everyone, directed them to their farm in general, praised Dustin over and over. Billy, a budding businessman, pushed the offers higher, pointed out the differences so the people began to compete and overlap, building up their offers and their prices. Stacey, lingering back with a hand idly stroking over Dustin's hump, just smirked and soaked up the moment and Delia smiled coyly, waving her hand to soothe the frenzy like only she could, "Well, she was meant for the barbeque we have this week, but, it looks like she was made for something bigger!"

Then, she began to hand out her contact cards to the largest offers, leaning into Billy's technique to mount them higher before they were gifted the glossy card with Delia Elestar printed in bold, sharp font across the front with her information down below, tight and tidy. Cards handed out and loop finished, they trotted out of the arena and back into the fair ground.

"Oh wow wow wow!" Maliena gushed, babbling all the way out of the dome with the prize ribbon swinging in her hand. From the instant they left the arena, where her guise of professionalism kept a lid on her girlish excitement, Maliena had been exploding with her joy. She complimented Dustin's size, she patted his stomach, she babbled on his strict dietary supplements and thanked Billy for his work feeding her. She attributed the win to his glossy coat, his creamy milk, and his shiny udders. She cooed about the calf that ran into the arena. She rambled and rambled and rambled. In short, she somehow managed to re-run through and remind Dustin of every single humiliating moment he'd experienced through the entire past hour without ever realizing it.

Seeing Dustin's discomfort, Stacey only goaded her on. "Gosh! I could see the sparkle on those udders from the stands! They look almost magical! And that calf certainly thought so!" Then, Maliena would be off again, babbling madly about this and that once again and leaving Stacey to lean in close to Dustin, "How'd that feel? Having a hungry, needy calf suckling at your teat? Hmm? Couldn't you just imagine us taking one of those breeding offers? Making sure you always have a calf feeding? Maybe even two at a time? Always sucking and tugging on those tender teats of yours? Extra big and sensitive, right?" She purred evilly, watching Dustin squirmed away from her, but ultimately he couldn't escape or control anything.

Finally, when they reached the trailer, he got some reprieve in the dark drive back to the farm, letting the world he knew rush through the small windows out, forcing him to glimpse all the places he would go in the fair if he could, remember everything he was missing, and to arrive back at the farm missing his old life with a fierce and deepening cloud hanging over him.

They drove past the town's most famous ice cream joint, "Mama K's Creams and Cones!" that advertised "100% Homemade Ice Cream" and "The richest in town!" he used to drive by there and think, "Ice cream sounds good right about now!" but instead, as they passed, he felt himself worrying, "Will they use my milk there? For the richest flavor." He used to go there for the best ice cream around, relishing something that was sugary, sweet, and reminiscent of summertime, but now all he ate was grains, grass, and that gooey, green paste meant to fatten him up, flavor him right, and prepare him to be eaten. The idea made him so sick, he couldn't even think of eating any ice cream.

They passed by the school, the shortest glance enough to make Dustin sigh. "I can't believe I actually miss sitting in class..." He thought, but he longed for the calm normalcy of his life, without the torment everyday like this.

Heading onto the long dirt drive towards his and Maliena's home, he remembered the day this happened. "My biggest concern was asking her out! It was so scary! Now my fear is being butchered!" For a brief second, he pictured himself running away from the farm. "I could just take off when they open the trailer!"

At the farm though, Dustin merely lumbered back out to the familiar site of his field. Instantly, his eyes swept over the other cows, duly chewing their cud. "I can't even imagine doing this my whole life... maybe the barbeque is a good thing..." He thought, still feeling the hovering sadness from his realizations as they drove.

When Stacey got out though, she leapt towards him. "Yes! It's finally done!" She cried, grabbing for his collar and yanking out the gem, shining brightly in the inset of his collar. Against her palm, it flickered as if in hello. The girl stared down at the rock, marveling at its glimmer and shine reflecting the power held inside it. "Wow!" She gasped, looking up to her mom with an excited curl in her lips. "There is SO much more in there than I thought would be!"

Maliena, swinging her legs out of the truck and tucking a thumb into each pocket of her shorts wrinkled her brows, confusion showing over her face. "Huh?"

Ignoring the farm girl, Delia nodded. Her hands sifted through the different papers, preliminary offers sketched up at the show. "Not only that, but to think I would get these kinds of offers!" She held up one sheet, eyes scanning, "390K and 30% ownership rights for the offspring, who knew your brother would make us money after all!"

"Brother!?" Dustin looked to his mom with a sudden intensity. "She knew all along!? My own mother!" A jolt of pain shot through his fragile self. All along, he'd clung to the faintest hope that his mom would realize what was happening, would help him, would save him from evil Stacey and her henchman Billy! But to think that she knew! "How could you?"

Beside them, Maliena blinked with confusion while she eyed the large cow, as though the splotches on his back might have the message to answer her questions. "Dustin? I haven't seen him in the last few days..."

Stacey grinned, turning to the other girl and drawing her in closer. "Oh well. Might as well mention it now..." she shrugged, smirking. "That fat cow IS Dustin." She paused, chuckling at how Maliena's mouth dropped open in shock. Dustin, on his part, just felt a renewed rush of shame to have the one person he didn't want to know now knowing.

"You see," Stacey continued, "I enlisted the help of you brother... He was willing enough to help after a bit of persuasion."

For a second, Maliena just stood there. Her eyes darted to her brother, questioning his face for some sign of a joke, but when she just saw his stern expression, she threw herself down in front of Dustin and grabbed onto either side of his head. "Oh God! Dustin is that you?!"

Dustin tried to say something, but only a soft moo escaped from his jumbled words. For a brief second, she gave him such a pitying look at the inability to use his voice, that Dustin wished she'd never found out! Even if she was fighting for him to be changed back! Then, the girl kneeling in front of him whirled around so quickly her hair splayed out madly behind her like a cape. "You!" She shouted, jabbing a finger towards where Delia and Stacey stood close together, "Change him back right now!"

Delia, unbothered by the outburst, waited a moment before she nodded. "I was considering it, but..." Her voice softened, trailing off as she began to look through her papers once again with small, considerate shakes of her head, "With these kinds of offers..." She paused at one, squinting down at the text before she looked up. "I think Dustin is going to stay Miss Moo Moo and make me some extra side cash." She said it, just like that, with no remorse or emotion for her son. In fact, her eyes glinted with excitement at the possibility while two fingers idly rubbed together in the international "money" sign.

Dustin's mouth dropped open. His little ears, perched atop his head, drooped flat as though they'd lost their energy to stay up and hear what she might say. This was better than being barbeque, but not that much! "What? No! You can't do this!" he cried, a lowing panic escaping his lips while Maliena's voice mirrored the same panic.

Stacey just smirked, "Well, she couldn't break the spell even if she wanted to." Her hand ran up through her long, black hair before she met everyone's wide, shocked eyes once again. "I thought it would be fun to keep Dustin as a milk cow, so I used a permanent spell."

When no one responded, Stacey launched into her own explanation in a wistful, faraway voice. "You see, I saw myself keeping him forever! I could just have Dustin start my cattle lineage, then with breedings and such, fill the field with big, fat cows like him! Now, I didn't know just how lucky I'd get with such size! But, that was just a bonus! You see, when I first thought about what to do with Dustin to extract his magic...well, I didn't have a direction, but once I thought of cow I learned something about my own self! I want to start a farm! I want to start a farm for all the witches in the world to form a community around where they can keep their own male relatives as cattle and pigs and chickens and we'll suck their magic out! Without their magic, those men can just stay as farm beasts as they should be!"

"Hundreds of men can go through just what Dustin did! He was the perfect trial run to master humiliation! Gosh! It went perfectly! I'll make sure every man is as fat as Dustin was, with extra fatty diets right away to get them swelling fast! We'll offer lots of tours for children to expose those rubbery udders to unsure, harsh hands just like my poor, bovine brother! 'Course, Dustin's extraction sure was aided by his own downfalls! His love of Maliena sure made everything more embarrassing!"

Dustin stiffened, feeling a blush stain his cheeks as Maliena gasped softly to herself with the announcement.

"Plus, the fact that Dustin couldn't stop himself from getting horny around Billy! Haha! That was all his fault! I didn't do anything with his libido! That was just his own shameful truth!" Stacey had to pause, laughing to herself before she slapped a hand onto Dustin's back and continued renewed.

"It's a solution for the ages! Without the males hogging important magical energy, all the woman witches will become stronger and more potent. Witches can infiltrate back into society safely without hiding their identities! We will have freedom and even notoriety because we will have power! Then, without those men in her staining our population, the world would become better anyways! No more men like Dustin going to the school ground and distracting the class because he's staring a our breasts, making us feel like animals, it's his turn!" She stamped at the ground with one foot. "Without their magic, sucked all dry, these men are just empty shells that we can use on the farm to begin to create a powerful food source. Once I've amassed wealth, we can spread the extra food from our massive cows to stop world hunger and feed the third world! "

"I won't just be rich! I'll be loved! This afternoon it'll all begin! I've designed my own logo and had a brand made, then Dustin will be the first cow to bare my mark! I'll brand him myself this afternoon!" She paused for a second, taking a breath to refill her endless stream while Dustin's mind begin to spin.

Dustin stared. "Permanent? Forever? Non-changeable! Irreversible! Branding!? That'll hurt! I'll be marked! Marked by Stacey!? As her little pet? Her 'shell'!?" His mind seemed to spin around him. all along, all those faintest glimmers of hope were lies! He couldn't escape this even if he wanted to!

"After I brand him, well, then I'll have to start preparing for our photoshoot! I want to really document this start for my new website! We can ship our high quality goods anywhere in the continental United States! With my powers, we can offer free one day shipping based entirely on witchcraft! And Dustin will be the start of it all! I have to take pictures of him and get all his stats up on the websites as Harvest Moon Farm's first heifer! After that though, I've got to get him pregnant stat! I need more cattle! I'll use my website to branch out into the world! I'll be able to share his organic, flavored milk all over. I'll offer dietary restrictions to make his milk sweeter or spicier, totally customizable experience! At first, I questioned how it'd go, but since tasting his diary products myself... I don't know how I could NOT offer these to the world! This is the creamiest, fattest cow products ever!"

Delia grinned, looking at her daughter with a little shake of her head. "You sly, little devil..." she mused, but pride flushed through her cheeks. "That's truly my daughter," She thought, feeling her chest swell with warm pride for a moment. Dustin looked up at his mom, hoping to see a whisper of anger showing, a hint that she was secretly still rooting for him, but all he saw was her pride for Stacey glowing through her skin.

"How could she!? How could she be PROUD of that m-monster! She changed me into a cow forever because it would be fun!? She changed me into a big, fat, queen of the cows heifer because it amused her!?"

Maliena, in contrast to Delia, was as horrified as Dustin. She fawned around him, whimpering sadly. "Oh Dustin! I am SO sorry for even thinking of wanting to eat you! I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't know? I... uh... I was going to the barbeque being you looked really tast-...but uh.. I'm just so sorry! I never really would have eaten you!" Dustin, though at first her words seemed so caring, now felt his pride stinging again on top of it all.

"Even after she knows its me, some part of her is thinking of eating me!" He cried, pretending to be indignant, though he knew that a part of him knew exactly why: Who wouldn't think about eating such a big, lush cow? He shoved that part down though and tried to silence the inner voice that nagged at him, but it was loud. "If you hadn't been the cow, you'd want to eat a cow this big too! You would have laughed and pointed like everyone else! Because, you know deep down, that you looked ridiculous! That you are fat and slow and stupid! Just like everyone thinks you are!"

Stammering at her own slips, Maliena looked to Stacey with wide, pleading eyes that glimmered underneath the pale afternoon light. "Please! Please turn him back! There has to be a way! Is there some way?"

Dustin stared out towards the field, almost feeling lost already, but desperate. "There has to be some way... There's no way I can spend the rest of my life... years and years... as an obese cow! I can't take another day even of everyone reminding me all the time how fat and juicy I am! How even the girl of my dreams wants to eat me! How everyone in town wants to eat me! I can't spend my life making creamy milk from dawn to dusk, constantly having Billy and strangers playing with my udders! Drinking my milk!" He saw the field stretching out in front of him, days upon days of chewing cud and eating grass.

He thought back to the children, their rough hands tugging him raw. He pictured waking up for hundreds of morning with that tight, desperate need to be milked. The sensation of desperation rushed back over him, that deep need to be milked right then or he'd burst and the helplessness that accompanied such desperation. He imagined Billy taking advantage of him every morning, mocking him whenever he pleased. "Poor, Poor Dustin... stuck as a big cow... yet, you seem to like! You want to be milked after all! What a good, little cow! Or should I saw big, fat cow..."

Then, he remembered the little calf. He felt the needy, hungry, rough suckling on his teats once again as if it was still happening. Briefly, he could sense how much it would hurt to try to birth one."I can't spend my life m-making those! Only to end up at some barbecue anyways! Being steaks! Boots!? There has to be some way!"

"Welll..." Delia started, glancing at her daughter's stricken face with a small smirk of her own. "I'll teach that girl a lesson about acting on her own whims when I'm involved. Proud or not, no one crosses Delia Elestar." She thought to herself, grinning sweetly before she was grabbed by the stern teenager, "Stop it mom," she mumbled in a gravely, harsh tone, but when she caught her mother's eyes she softened to pout at her, "Pleasssse! I really, really want this!"

Dustin ogled the pair, gaping at his sister's blatant manipulation. "She really wants to keep me trapped as a cow! How evil! My own sister is such a monster!" Dustin cried, eyes searching his mother's face. "Come on, mom! Give us something to work with! Don't listen to Stacey! Don't!" He pleaded, hoped with everything he had even though he knew all they heard were little grunts that escaped his muzzle instead of the articulated thoughts in his head. At his side, Maliena clasped both hands together tightly with an impatient squeeze and both eyes wide saucers, full of expectant and glittering hues.

Stacey's bottom lip jutted out. "Come on, mommy! Just imagine that extra income! We could re-do the bathroom! I know you've been talking about expanding the shower or putting in a bubbly tub! We could do that! I'll take care of him." She glanced at Billy, "Actually, I'll tell Billy too, but still!"

Delia just shook her head a little, directing her attention away from her daughter with a stony expression. "I never planned to keep him stuck like this...." She began, pausing just a moment longer to see another second of her daughter's regretful pleading, relishing that moment a lesson is learned. Then, she lifted her chin and continued: "True love's first kiss can break any spell, regardless of its strength. Disney said so!"

Stacey's hands clenched together teeth tightening to push both sides of her jaws down together in frustration. "Mother..." She hissed, pouting angrily. Maliena, in sharp contrast, dropped her mouth open wide and hugged her hands together with a sudden spin on her heels of excitement. "Yes!"

Then, she pivoted down, bending to bring her soft lips down to Dustin's snout in a short, sweet kiss. Dustin began to feel his skin buzz with life. His body tremble, rippling the fat padding his sides but he didn't even care! "Something is happening! I'm changing! I'm changing! It's working! She loves me!" His voice rang through his mind, he could already see it coming from his lips. Everything inside him buzzed to life, his orgasns even seemed to shake and dance in their shell of his body. Things were shifting. His gut bubbled and churned with the magic happening with him. His insides pulled and moved.

Maliena, standing in front of him, clutched her hands together and quivered with the excitement of a leaf in the wind. She practically danced at the sight of his faintly shaking body. "Oh Dustin! It's working! It's working!" She jumped up and down, jostling her own body right along with his.

Warmth began to spread through his frame, the heat of hope. "I am going to change back! I'm going to change back and Maliena loves me!" An entirely new world welcomed him back once he was human! "She's changing me! She's my true love! Now we'll be together! This will all be worth it with her at the end!" His entire time as a cow began to shift in his mind, not a time of torment, but a mere journey to arrive here where he was now, to face the princess he was saving from a castle tower. This is all his life needed!

His body glowed with it's warmth now, radiating out from inside. His entire body strained, waiting to release back to its natural form. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He chanted, welcoming the guttural grunts of his cow's frame because he knew soon it'd be his own voice leaving his mouth.

"This is it!"

"Pffffieeep!" A small jet of air escaped from his bowels in a fart. All the tension whooshed out and his body stilled. To his side, Stacey burst out laughing, "Bahahahaha!" She doubled over, giggling into her thighs with hands braced on her knees. "Guess she's not your first true love after all!"

Maliena looked at Dustin with a sad expression, but gave a small apologetic shrug. "I'm sorry, Dustin. There's nothing I can do..." ustin met her eyes briefly, but then dropped the gaze with a stinging sensation all through him. Hope had filled him so much, but now he felt emptied.

"I can't believe it... I'm really stuck. I am truly trapped like this. Nothing I can do. No way out now..." He sighed, a deep mournful moo letting loose from his lips before he stopped and Billy stepped forward, "Ah well! At least we will be having fun, right?" He jested, giving a cheeky, light peck to Dustin's muzzle.

Dustin's body began to shake once again. Heat seeped through his limbs. His fur stood on end and quivered with energy, rippling in the air as gushes or current left his body. His cow tail twitched and danced. His organs inside began to shift again, resuming their dance. He trembled where he stood, feet planted still but everything else moving. "I-It's happening again!? What is happening?" Dustin cried, looking up with huge eyes at Billy who looked down with equal shock.

His body began to change rapidly, his stomach began to deflate like a popped balloon, seeming to rush away into the air. The sky and grass spun together as his vision fluctuated, letting the transformation take over until he fell still. His vision cleared and focused before sweeping over his body. First, he saw the naked, human curve of his nose seated beneath and between both eyes. "Oh my gosh! I'm normal!"

His hands darted up, filling his eyes with the vision of oddly smooth hands. "Hmm... they looked like baby hands. Like they've been re-created all perfect again." He thought to himself, imagining that the magic had removed his calluses from work and made his nails the glossy perfection they were atop each finger. But then, he saw the rest of his body. While fur was gone and he was human, Dustin's body lay naked and exposed in the grass. Naked with jutting, massive breasts spilling out from his chest and a pale, rosy pink in the sunlight. They looked almost waxy, reminiscent of his giant udders before. A pert, hardened nipple topped each one before the swell of wide hips led down to his sex where velvety lower lips glistened with excitement leaking out from him. "W-what is this?" Dustin cried, finding his voice a high-pitch almost melodic sound, like a bell tolling. "N-no!"

The sound of his voice suddenly broke the trance of the witnesses, who brought their stares up from his exposed, naked body with wide eyes all matching. "I'll be damned..." Maliena, Stacey, and Delia intoned in unison. Dustin, still in shock, stumbled up onto his feet while trying to cover his sex or the bouncy bubble of his ass behind, noticing the wisp of a flicking cow tail still perched above his ass! Once standing, Dustin looked at Billy's scrawny chest, his frame short and dainty now. Instantly, his cheeks flooded with a hot red blush.

"No! No! This isn't true! I don't love Billy! How could I love Billy?! He's just a punk kid! Stop looking at me! No, no, no!" Dustin began to cry, his voice a whimper that he didn't realize was no longer trapped in his head. Everyone got to hear as his hope was turned around completely, robbed from him and instead, returned a new kind of torment. "How could this even happen! I love Maliena! I don't love Billy! I didn't even like it when he fucked me! Just the cow part did! But not me! I didn't!" Dustin's trantrum brought a gasp out from the three girls, their mouths making circles to match their wide eyes.

"Oh my..." Maliena murmured, covering her mouth and sheepishly casting her eyes down. Stacey, on the other hand, smirked at this accidental admittance. "Heh... heh..."

"W-wha-?" Dustin looked up, realizing suddenly that his voice once again worked. For a second, excitement rushed through him at the thought, but then a sinking sensation took hold instead. "They heard everything!"

"We did!" Stacey mocked, laughing that he again couldn't censor himself now. "I bet you loved it! I saw what Billy has in there..." Stacey winked, giggling to herself at the flush that covered Dustin's cheeks. His soft, girly cheeks bloomed with heat, making him fidget all the more. "I bet, at first, you hated every second, but then you started to realize how good it felt to be filled up and stretched with that big, bull cock..." Her voice lowered into a purr, rumbling in Dustin's ears with the mocking tone that had hung over him in a cow. "You started to wish it would never stop, you wanted it, you were thankful such a prime piece of meat wanted to fuck your jiggling body." As if on cue, Dustin found his chest jostling with his movements, breasts bouncing and almost aching from all their unrestrained movement, little did he realize until seconds later that Stacey's fingers were wriggling in his direction, adding extra motion to the oversized tits.

"S-stop that!" He cried, hearing his girlish voice squeak into a high, whining register that only deepened his blush and silenced him with a smothering sensation of shame. Stacey laughed, leaving him alone with just her soft giggling haunting him as his attention moved to Billy's unwavering stare.

Seeing this now, with Dustin's newly transformed body naked and displayed in front of him, Billy's lips spread into a wide smile. Those huge, jiggly breasts wouldn't stay hidden behind Dustin's hands, letting Billy see the pink of escaping nipples while the flesh rippled beneath. The swell of the girl's sex made a mound between her full thighs, pink clit peeking out like a hidden petal to an otherwise simple flower, not yet bloomed. His smile only widened to realize with her new shrunken size, his bull cock still intact and growing beneath his jeans, Dustin would be tighter than ever. His sister, standing a ways away, suddenly caught his attention away from the naked Dustin.

Her face was boiling with anger, red hot and flaring with the passionate blush. One hand lifted up, shaking in the air with the sudden onslaught of emotion. "T-this i-isn't over yet!"

Billy's grin just spread a little wider while both eyes wandered back to Dustin's shy blush and fidgeting body, "Oh no..." He thought, licking his lips and tipping to see the backside of the supple 'cow.' Her ass made a perfect curve, pert yet gropeable and with all the shy fidgeting Dustin did, it jostled lightly, giving a little bouncy preview. Billy felt his jeans tighten further, his own lingering animal qualities enjoying the glimpse of Dustin's flicking tail, the only thing between him and the ass beneath. His smile deepened into a smirk.

"This is just beginning..."