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Longtime friends Jared and Tara were tipping back beers on the wide porch of Tara’s family farmhouse on a rarely quiet evening at the rural property. The silence was provided on account of the state fair hours away. Which is where Tara’s parents, cousins, a few uncles, and most of the farmhands were until Monday with the many of the farm’s best stock for show or auction. Normally Tara would have at least one farmhand to help but Jared stepped in to assist, having frequented the farm to visit Tara since they were in preschool. So he knew his way around the farm. Now at 26, they had the large rural property almost entirely to themselves. And they had a special way of celebrating the occasion.

“Mmm, I think I got a pretty good buzz going. What about you?” Tara asked as she polished off another beer.

“A little bit. Course I’m a lightweight compared to you,” noted Jared. He was on his third bottle while Tara was cracking open her seventh.

“I’m just used to drinking around the farmhands and they can put em away. I was checkin’ to see if your nerves had dulled enough yet. Cause I don’t know about you, Jared, but I wanna see how this stuff works and I’m sure you do too,” smirked Tara.

Jared blushed and tried to hide it by attempting to chug the rest of the bottle. But there was more than he thought and he ended up coughing it up. Tara burst out laughing while Jared caught his breath. “Thanks for the support,” he choked out sardonically.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. You okay, bud?” asked Tara once she’d calmed down.

“I think so. Ugh. I forgot what you asked me already,” a flushed red Jared admitted.

Tara gave another laugh and finally got up from her, stretching with beer in hand as she did. “I asked if you were drunk enough to go to the barn to start our special weekend.”

“Oh, right, that. Suppose I am,” Jared replies shyly.

“Suppose? You sure look ready,” Tara encouraged, holding down her hand to her closest friend. “Come on, we’ve been talking about this for months. Years, really. So I know you want to do it,” she remarked with her usual candor.

More bashfulness from Jared leads to him smiling. “Then let’s do it. Before I change my mind or get cold feet.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you change your mind now. I gave you a chance to back out when I bought the elixir and earlier this evening so get ready bud! Your bovine weekend starts… once we get to the barn and I remember where I stashed the bottle,” Tara explained while they walked down the porch steps and headed across the farmyard.

“Don’t tell me you lost it.”

“No, I didn’t say that. I just don't know exactly where it is. Don’t worry,” promised Tara. Adding a hearty pat to the back.

The two friends were both on the taller side with Tara having a more muscular physique from frequent farm work while Jared sported an average man of his age’s weight. Tara was a tanned skinned brunette with a demure face, brown eyes, small breasts, firm, perky butt, strode with confidence and did her best to hide her anticipation at the little twist she’d inserted into her best friend’s fantasy. Jared himself had pale skin, short, unstyled brown hair, blue eyes, a humble face and way of carrying himself. He had on his glasses, jeans, an old tee, and sneakers which he felt most comfortable in. Normally Jared was reserved and quiet but Tara had a way of bringing out his best self. She had the more forceful personality but always tried to do right by him.

There were many barns, stables, sheds, and storage buildings on the farm but their direction had them going towards the oldest on the farm and one of the original structures. It had been remodeled a few times and mostly used these days for storing hay and feed. For Tara and Jared they had spent many days, nights, and good times in the past. When they needed a place to try their first foray into magic it was the natural choice. Jared had arrived earlier that afternoon to help Tara clear space in the middle of the barn of all but a scattered layer of straw. They also got one of the couple of stalls inside ready for a transforming occupant. So when they entered through a side door and turned on the lights everything was ready for them.

“I guess you can go have a seat while I find that elixir. I’m about ninety-percent sure I stuck it in a certain rafter up in the hay loft. So I’ll be back in two shakes of a cow’s tail!” Tara pushed her half-full beer in Jared’s hand then began climbing up into the loft. So Jared strolled over to the pair of stools and folding table they’d left for themselves, set down Tara’s beer, and made himself comfortable.

With a few minutes to himself, Jared amazed at how he’d found himself about to actually try his long time fantasy of being an animal. For him it was the bull that had the most appeal and for a long time. Fueling a lot of lurid thoughts and fevered masturbation during his teenage years. Not a thing he really shared freely and might have kept it that way if Tara hadn’t insisted they drink that one night when they were both seventeen. He admitted his fantasies to her and they two discussed it late into the night. The next morning he had woken up worrying Tara thought he was a weirdo when instead she admitted to spending the night masturbating to the various transformation scenarios he spoke of that night. Tara had become a fan overnight and in the years since they kept nothing from each other and were very open with their dirty thoughts.

Many thought they would start dating but they were perfectly fine with their close, open friendship. No topic was too taboo or question too raunchy for the pair. Jared had seen Tara with her top off enough times not to think too much of it- but he still checked her out. Which she teased him about but never stopped him. Their closeness meant when Tara found out through some friends about a special shop that sold purported magical items of a transformative slant. They had been understandably suspicious but with years spent thinking about it and the shop only an hour’s drive away, it was worth at least exploring. Tara made the trip earlier that week by herself since Jared was working and had come back with a paper bag and certainly that this would work.

“Found it!” declared Tara triumphantly.

The next thing Jared knew his friend leapt down from the hay loft into a stack of straw and then flopped down in a pile of it. As she emerged from it he could see a paper bag in her right hand that she had cradled to her chest. Tara came over and, ditching the bag, set down a short glass bottle with a round body and narrow, corked neck. The thick, clear glass contained a swirling mixture of distinct black and white stripes. It looked more like a thick gas than a liquid and gave Jared goosebumps just to look at.

“Is that it?” Jared had to ask.

“Sure is. Looks so cool, doesn’t it? Like a magical lava lamp. Been swirling like that since she gave it to me. Strange how the black and white never mix,” observed Tara who was busy picking straw out of her hair.

“Because it’s magic, probably,” chuckled Jared. He carefully picked the bottle up for closer inspection.

“Probably, yeah. Definitely makes me want to just keep it instead of drinking it and all,” Tara mused.

“Heh, that is always an option,” allowed Jared. He didn’t actually feel that way but his accommodating nature won out.

“Don’t worry, Jared. I was just teasing you, ya dork. I wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble to get this thing for you just to keep it on my nightstand. I’m gonna chug it once I’m not covered in straw,” she promised.

“Well that’s a relief. So, how exactly does this go again?” he asked, setting the potion down on the table and stepping away.

“Well, according to what I remember the shopkeeper telling me, I drink this and I should gain the power to change others into a cow. Then I do my thing, I start your changes which should take a little over a day to complete. Then you enjoy that for the weekend and wake up back to your normal self on Monday. Same day my ‘gift’ fades and I’m back to normal too. Pretty nifty, right?”

“Very nifty. I’m really nervous but really excited and want to see how this goes. We’re about to finally do this, Tara. Dreams come true,” Jared waxed with awe.

“For you especially, but I’m happy to have a part to play. Always wondered what it was like to have powers. Though usually for torching annoying folks with fireballs,” Tara said with a devious grin.

Jared shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, you’ve told me.”

“Just saying, J.” As she finished cleaning herself off Tara pulled out her hair band and shook her hair out. Tara swigged another mouthful of beer then traded one bottle for another. “Okay, I’m as ready as I’m gonna be. Time to rock, Jared!” Tara declared as she pried out the cork.

Jared watched Tara sniff the potion, shrug, and in a single swig knocked it back. Following that up by chugging the rest of her beer then slammed down the bottle. “Damn, you pounded that,” said a thoroughly impressed Jared.

“Yeah, I did. Kinda wish I hadn’t done the chaser though. The potion didn’t taste so bad. Like cookies and cream if you can believe it,” described Tara with a smack of her lips.

“That must be an interesting flavor combination,” Jared said, trying not to laugh at Tara fighting her own disgust.

“By interesting you mean nasty, right? Whew, it didn't smell like anything so I wasn’t expecting that taste. Got it all down at least. Now, it shouldn't be long now for me to show some signs my ‘powers’ have activated,” Tara mentioned. She moved away from the table and nearer to Jared with her attention glancing down expectantly at her own body.

“So how exactly do these powers, erm, manifest? Is that the right word?” Jared asked.

“Beats me. Shopkeeper said in a couple minutes I'd develop my gift, of sorts,” she replied ambiguously.

“All right, how does this gift develop? Did she say?” Jared pressed his friend as his eyes started watching her body closely too.

Tara nodded then was overcome with a shiver that pricked up her skin and left her biting her lip to stop from moaning. She gathered herself quickly but her nipples were showing hard through the thin cotton of her black tank top. “Y-Yeah, she told me the details,” a shaky Tara panted.

“And you’re going to tell me too, right?”

She couldn’t contain a wily look flaring up. “I could tell you or,” she began but paused as she shivered again; this time making her tits noticeably bounce. “Or you could just watch.”

Seeing how his friend was coming over with something Jared kept quiet to see what happened. Tara was breathing harder, sweating more profusely, and had both her hands cupped hard to either of her breasts. It looked like she was heaving hard and he might have thought she was in pain at first. Over the course of a minute he noticed and promptly blushed to see Tara’s tits were swelling in size. With each heaving breath she took more mass filled out either breast another half a cup size. As her hands shifted from covering to cupping her tits Jared saw that Tara’s nipples were also swelling to protrude more and more under her struggling tank top.

“I’m surprised you, you never mentioned my not wearing a bra. Didn’t bother with one as I knew this was coming,” revealed Tara as her heavy breathing couldn’t hide her delighted voice.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you have,” a flustered Jared remarked modestly.

“Heh, guess you’re right. Well, this is part of the process. Feels, feels really fucking good if I’m honest,” Tara admitted hotly. “Was worried this would hurt but it’s more like a really good, really sensual massage. Her growing breasts were firm and perky as they took shape on the woman’s usually modest chest. The tank top she had on was overwhelmed within just a few minutes and Tara relented to sliding the straps off her shoulders to simply let her E cups out. “Much better,” she moaned with relief.

When they had decided to do this the pair had accepted that nudity was going to happen. Jared had assumed it wouldn’t mostly be his own but had been wondering why Tara was vague about who it applied to when planning. Now he could see why. His friend’s breasts were impossible to ignore looking like engorged melons as they did. Curiously her nipples were not just big but different in ways that Jared couldn’t put together at first. The skin was pinker, they were elongated into what finally struck him were closer to teats. It got Jared blushing all over again.

Huffing, Tara could see her friend trying and failing to avert his gaze. “Relax, Jared. You’ll be seeing a lot of these soon,” she promised him.

Jared gulped hard. “I am?”

Tara nodded. “Mhmm. These are going to be your ticket to transformation, J. Surprise!”

Between bashfulness and arousal was Jared. Not staring was the best he could do but Tara wasn’t making it easy. As her breasts, ponderous G cups, stopped growing she was modeling herself off more- mostly to herself. She would squeeze, bounce, and push them out to see how big they really were. Her lower back was already aching but it wasn’t that pain that had Tara bristling. As her hands slid over and down to her nipples which by then were closer to bovine teats. With just the smallest of squeezes of her right nipples produced a dribble of milk. A harder squeeze of the left caused Tara to squirt a stream of the white stuff onto Jared’s shirt.

“Oops,” giggled Tara.

“Oops? I think you did that on purpose,” a smiling Jared told her.

“Maybe but you can’t prove it,” she flaunted back. “Not all this heft is fat ya know. There’s a lot of, huffs, liquid weight.” The admission caused further awkward blushing from her friend just like she wanted. “Think you can guess how you get your transformation?” asked Tara with a sparkle in her eye.

“Ummm, I… I’m not, sure,” Jared stammered.

Tara moved in closer to Jared, her leaky teats just a few inches from him. “Come on, guess!”

“A firm handshake?”

“You freakin’ dork,” sighed Tara as she stepped forward again. Seeing his confused staring made her just want to tease him more. “It’s the milk that does it. Drinking enough of it will give you that bovine transformation you’ve been angling for. Sorry I didn’t give you the details earlier but it was totally worth seeing the look you have on your face right now. Wish I could bottle that up,” she tittered. Then grabbed Jared to pull for a hug.

“Oof! Tara, I-” but Jared felt her finger fall across his lips.

“Shut up, dork. We both know you’ll do it,” she assured. “Especially when you find out how you have to take it…”

“Take it?” he repeated skeptically. “I mean, you’re milking yourself into a glass I guess, right?”

“No,” Tara smiled.

The heat of the moment left Jared’s imagination limited. “Then how?”

She let go of the embrace, rubbing his hair into a mess. “Same way a calf would, J. You’ve got to suckle it out yourself right, from, the, source,” invited Tara.

The answer was enough to break Jared’s brain for a few seconds. Then he muttered, “What?” Tara just eyed him suggestively along with further tit fluffing of her now leaking breasts. “I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not,” Jared modestly admitted.

“I’m serious! I’m just smiling because these things and the beer have me buzzing,” Tara assured her friend. It was a lie that had only popped in her head when trying to have some fun with Jared. Her plan had to have him drink from a glass which Tara had figured she’d have Jared to for the rise she wanted. The shopkeeper had suggested milking and saving for a later date but Tara was never one for restraint when she got an idea in her head. But something within her not only compelled her to keep to the lie. Born from her own blossoming desire to be fed in by a pair of hungry lips. “Come on, you want to be a bull, right? There are worse ways to change. I promise not to tease you about it during or after too,” she added.

Of everything she said it was the last thing she promised that got through. “I hear you make one crass or underhanded remark and I’ll do worse than stop sucking. I’ll bite,” he threatened coyly.

“That a promise?” Tara smirked, never one to be frightened of a little pain.

“Seriously, I will stop if you make it weird or make me feel embarrassed,” he said with as much seriousness as a man could muster in the presence of such a magical rack.

“I won’t say a thing during. Promise. And afterwards, well, I’ll keep it to our usual banter level. You know teasing each other is part of our usual back-and-forth,” Tara pouted cutely. Something she only did when she wanted something badly.

“All right. I trust you. Mind taking my glasses for me? They’ll just get in the way.” Tara nodded and held out her hand to take them. While she did and put them on the table his eyes fell from Tara’s face to her tits. His vision was blurry but clear enough with how close he was. “So how exactly should we do this? Do you have a preference for which one I, erm, get the milk from?”

“Hmm, how about the right to start? It feels fuller for whatever reason so go to town and help us both out,” encouraged Tara while hoisting her right breast higher. Putting the teat closer to Jared’s quivering lips.

“O-O-O-k-kay,” Jared said nervously.

Seeing her friend’s tension, Tara caressed his cheek with her free hand. “Nothing to be scared of. I’ve been looking forward to this too,” she reassured him while holding his chin gently.

Jared had no words to give at that point. He just nodded and let Tara guide him by the chin to her right teat. This close he could smell the milk which had a sweet aroma. Some licks of the lips and a deep breath later Jared carefully wrapped those lips around the teat until smacking against her skin. Closing his eyes he tasted the milk with his tongue to get a flavor for it. The hardly a dribble of milk was sweeter than Jared expected and prompted his first real attempt to suckle.

“Not so hard, J. Be gentle with it,” Tara kindly suggested.

He could hear the discomfort in her voice so Jared tried to relax and take a more tender approach. When his first attempt spritzed milk in his mouth and by the tenth attempt Jared was getting a steady stream of the most delicious milk he’d ever tasted. As he found a rhythm that worked, his body truly relaxed into the act. Tara saw him lovingly suckling, eyes closed, pressed against her body tenderly lost in the act, and couldn’t stop herself loving the sight right back. The hand at Jared’s chin slid back behind his head to fondly caress his hair.

For five minutes Jared suckled at Tara’s right breast like a needy calf rather than it taking a sensual spin. He was sporting an obvious erection in his pants from the thrill of the moment and Tara was turned on by her new assets but between them was a more familiar love. Once the right breast was not bursting to be relieved she had no trouble wordlessly moving him from one teat to the other where he found the same cadence. In those minutes spent gulping down Tara’s enchanted milk he’d strangely only grown hungry for more.

As Jared gorged to sate that new hunger and fill his belly he was oblivious what his feeding was bringing out in his friend. Tara was slow to notice herself given the relief and warmth she was getting from Jared’s mouth. Her shorts getting uncomfortably tight lead to her checking herself out again and seeing a shapeliness added to her butt. The more minutes that passed, the more milk that Jared drained, the larger her ass swelled. With similar thickness finding its way to her thighs too. A welcome development in her eyes.

A little over ten minutes went by in bliss for the two. It only ended when first the left breast ran dry and then more sucking from the right until it was also drained. Jared’s eyes reopened and he pulled back while licking his lips. Took a few blinks for him to remember where he was and what was going on.

“Well now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Tara gingerly asked as she fixed Jared’s mussed hair.

Jared opened his mouth and out came a belch tasting sweet milk. Making Tara grin proudly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she told her friend who had come over bashful again. “Glad you enjoyed it. Feel anything yet? For me it was like my skin was wet, malleable putty. And on the inside it was, like, tingly energy. You’ll know what I mean if it starts. It’s not like anything you’ve felt. Trust me.”

“I do. Right now I just feel a little woozy, hot, and pretty full,” Jared conveyed dully while rubbing his slight gut.

“Well you should tell me if that changes. I’m eager to see how it unfolds. The woman at the shop said it would take a few glasses worth of milk to complete a change. Course with how much you just drank you could be a bull in an hour,” joked Tara who took the opportunity to sit down. Her own changes had slowed to a crawl and saw more weight added to hips and ass along with a widening of her waist to accommodate it all.

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” Jared replied wryly. As his wits returned somewhat and his own changes not manifesting he picked up on Tara’s curvy appearance. “Did you, umm, change during that?”

“You see it too? Glad it’s not just me. Mind if I pop my shorts off? They’re not really stretching like my thong is,” Tara asked with her hands already taking hold of her shorts.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Jared waved off. This was as a sensation like Tara had mentioned, of skin coming over soft like workable clay, struck around his tailbone. Bringing to mind one thing. Which for now he kept quiet as he watched Tara have to shimmy the shorts of her double-wide hips to get them off.

Relieved of her pants Tara could relax properly, allowing her legs to spread until she was comfortable. Her black cotton thong was doing little to hide her slit or the trail of manicured pubic hair above it. Leaning back against the took a lot of the weight off Tara’s back and let her air herself out for the first time since she’d down the potion. No care in her satisfied expression that Jared saw all of her. Just contentment and interest in what was happening to him. “Anything yet?” she probed again.

Jared hesitated trying to think if he should tell her about the painless throbbing from the base of his spine. A few beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and it was enough for Tara to know.

“Where do you feel it, J? Come on, show and tell!” Tara invited him.

“I… fine. I don’t know if it’s much yet though,” he began sheepishly before turning. Rather than hard to spot, the sizable wriggling bulge in the rear of his jeans was clear to see. The lump could be seen to squirm down the seat of his pants.

“‘Not much’ you say? That looks like a lot more than a little! Get those pants down so we can see it better!” clapped Tara from her seat.

“Okay but just a little,” Jared acquiesced rather happily. He undid his belt and was going to unbutton them when he had to grab the waist to keep the pants from slipping off him. As if he’s lost weight but he figured it was related to the tail. For that he let the back of his pants droop to try and let the tail flop out but it was stuck.

“Let me help,” Tara said as rose and leaned forward to yank out the ten inches of bony, newly grown appendage. “There we are! Look at that thing! How’s it feel? Just like I said or something else entirely?”

“I dunno, both?” he answered shakily. Actually seeing the tail growing from his backside was surreal at first. The feeling was like what Tara described but with added internal pops occurring when a new bone would swell from his spine and pass down into the tail. He could feel it and as it slowed around sixteen inches the muscles connected to it strengthened enough that Jared could wag it. “So cool.”

“So very, very cool. Can you give us a wiggle?” Tara delightfully dared.

Jared did that and also curled the hairless tail up a little. “Like that?”

“Yes! Just like that! It’s happening, Jared! Your fantasy is turning into reality,” Tara told Jared in a voice that was more proud parent than cheering friend. All the same it heartened Jared while also having him move closer to Tara- rump first. “Eager, are we?”

“For the changes? Absolutely. I-”

“Jared, hun, you sure it's just your tail that's growing?” Tara interrupted to say.

“There’s more?”

“Mhmmm. Higher up on you this time,” she said, waggling her brow.

“Higher?” With one hand still holding up his pants Jared tried to find what Tara was seeing and immediately noticed his one ear as well as the other were sticking more from his head. Feeling the ears more closely gave away their widening, elongated shape and alerted him to the crawling of flesh feeling this was causing. “It's definitely spreading.”

“That’s what I like to see! Seems I’ve got some potent magic milk, huh?” touted Tara.

“All thanks to that potion you sure do. Mmmm, I can feel it spreading over more of me now. That wet putty feeling,” he revealed expectantly.

“Anywhere in particular?”

“No,” Jared said as the sensation came to encompass his whole body. “All over. Like, every inch of my skin is vibrating,” shivered the man.

“Awesome! Just let it happen, J. You won’t regret it,” she gladly told him.

There were no more words Jared could come up as the magic of the milk worked him over in some surprising ways. As he ran his hands over the places where his skin felt like it was melting. The flesh there was slick from sweat and also uncanny smoothness that his old skin never had. Such a spot on his forearm she could see was hairless as well as looking supple as a newborn. Scars he’d had since he was a kid were disappearing along with wrinkles, stretch marks, or blemishes of any sort. This was the same on both arms, his chest, neck, face, and legs.

As he was taking stock of his new complexion he was having more trouble with loose clothing. Jared was already holding up his pants by the waist but soon his boxers were slipping while his shirt was getting more billowy on his shoulders. Even his socks and sneakers were small on him. The loss of muscle and body fat was some of it but as it turned out his bones were affected too, bringing his height down at least four inches over the course of it all. Something he didn’t pick up on until Tara stood up to get a better look at him and she smirked down at him.

“Huh, I thought bulls would be the bigger side,” mused Tara.

“I was thinking that too,” Jared agreed in a softer, tiny tone of voice. “You’re hoarding all the big,” he teased harmlessly. With how curvy Tara had gotten she really made him feel small by comparison. Seeing the thick curves of his friend’s body stirred up emotions for Jared that he thought were innocuous since they weren’t erotic. The feeling he got was more of a maternal respect that made her size a healthy comfort to any nerves. “I think it’s slowing down,” added Jared as the tingling died down all over his body.

Tara walked right up to Jared and put her hands on him without any warning to feel at his face and arms. A close inspection followed as she circled him. She continued to delicately poke, prod, caress and would slide her hand up his shirt or down his pants. Doing so with a reassuring manner that Jared never asked her to stop. Normally Jared would have been embarrassed and was aware of as much but he honestly didn’t mind. After a stroke from Tara his tail wagged happily. The two restrained themselves from giggling and he let her get on with her survey.

It seemed the changes had halted and the milk’s magic ran dry when a pair of throbbing points sizzled high on his forehead. The throbbing grew more intense and Jared could feel two lumps forming in the same spot. Tara saw him wincing and came around in front in time to see two petite, bone white bones break the skin above his temples. Causing a small amount of blood to drip from each.

“Oh gosh! Let me get something for that!” Tara hurriedly promised Jared the moment she saw the blood. There was genuine concern in her voice for him that was reflected in her haste to tend his wounds.

“It’s fine, really. It’s just a little- oh hey! What are you doing with that?” Jared asked as Tara pulled his shirt up and over his head. With it so big on him it wasn’t difficult and Jared found himself raising his arms to make it easier for her. The next thing he knew she was cradling his head to her chest and having his minor wounds cleaned by a very dedicated Tara.

“Helping you, dork. Hold still,” Tara told him.

“It’s not that bad. Pretty sure they’re not growing much more than these stubby things,” he tried to tell her but she was stronger, bigger, bolder, and truthfully, he enjoyed it. As for his horns they’d ceased growing and the broken skin healed rapidly. Leaving just Tara’s cleanup to do.

“They’re cute,” she smiled.

“They’re tiny! I’m not exactly seeing the bullish growth that you promised.”

“I can see that. Could be something with how the magic ‘works’ or whatever. It’s my first time too,” reassured Tara. “Maybe after some more milk you’ll put on the pounds?”

“Maybe…” With the magic gone from him he was left with a slightly alien body to deal with. Foreign as it felt there was something to having Tara so close with him that calmed Jared. He could attribute that to a bit of drunken buzz, a lifelong friendship, and a tired body with little more thought. “Think I’ll sit down. Body is coming over kinda beat from all that, transforming. How about you?” he asked before shuffling coyly to one of the stools.

“I’m feeling good. Sure you don’t need a booster seat?” Tara joked as she watched him go.

“I haven’t lost that much height, Tara,” Jared disagreed. He sat down without a problem. Within a couple minutes though he was slumping over, eyes half open, looking like he was about to pass out then and there.

“You okay, hun? You look a little more than beat from that. I think that transformation is hitting you pretty hard. Might be your cue to turn in for the night,” Tara told him while moving alongside him to stop him falling over.

“It’s, it’s fine. I just need five minutes to, uhhh, gather my, ummm, stuff,” Jared said with a weary voice.

“Okay, J. You just rest your eyes then,” an obliging Tara told her friend. Knowing full well he’d be lucky to last half that. In the end he barely lasted two minutes when Tara could feel Jared drifting off to sleep. A minute later and he was snoring peacefully- using Tara’s bosom as the pillow. It left her the one thing keeping him up but she didn’t mind much. Petting his head again she merely opined, “Let’s get you to bed. Sure glad you don’t weigh so much anymore.”

Jared had many strange dreams that night which he wouldn’t be able to clearly recall when he woke. One did stick with him. Viewing things from a mixture of his own and an outside perspective Jared was sitting under an old oak tree in the middle of a grassy pasture on a carefree summer day. He was unclothed but as his human self rather than what he’d fallen asleep as. But he was not simply enjoying the day but waiting for someone or something. Soon it made its presence known by bending dream logic to allow a twelve hundred pound Holstein heifer to hide in low grass until it came upon him. The cow wasn’t a stranger or a friend but to Jared in his dream the cow was the one to bring him into the fold- whatever that meant to his imagination.

No words were spoken between him and the cow as both moved into a set position with Jared’s leg spread and the cow coming closer. When it was looming large over him the cow dipped its head down to his crotch slowly. Jared saw in her brown eyes a soul he could trust implicitly and so did again. With its wide, wet tongue it licked at his manhood and made him spasm lustfully. He restrained himself and the cow continued her tongue bath of his cock and balls. An erection and orgasm was quick to come but wasn’t the goal of the cow as its tongue kept at Jared’s sore genitals. From then on every one of the cow’s happy licks caused both cock and balls to shrink down more and more. Until Jared was left with testicles gone, scrotum tucked to his body, and a nub of a penis.

Bizarre as it was, Jared kept watching as the cow nuzzled and licked his crotch. All because he still trusted it knew what was best. A wet, throbbing warmth took over the area where the heifer’s head was. She moved it and he could see exactly what she’d done: gifted him a petite pussy. Jared didn’t know what to say. He was too lost somewhere between scared and aroused to know what to do. Sensing his confusion the cow would moo at him, slowly turn around, and would trot off towards the herd.

“Wait for me!” Jared said when he saw the cow go. In trying to stand his legs gave out, forcing him to all fours and causing him to flinch his eyes shut. When they opened he had hooves under him and a cow’s nose and muzzle in he view at all times. Jared realized he had become a cow too and rather than panic his only thought was to join the other cow with the herd where he belonged.

The last thing he remembered was barreling down the hill towards the other cows, worried how he would stop with all his new weight, when he was shaken awake. Jared struggled to open his eyes and yawned a few times as he expected who it was he saw sitting at the end of his bed. Or at least he thought he did.

“Ummm, Tara? Is that… you?” he asked.

“Well of course it is. Who else would it be?” Tara huffed at him, her voice a tad deeper.

Jared knew his friend well enough to know he was being messed with. Like him, Tara was sporting cow ears, stubby horns, and seemingly more curves too. All this she squeezed into a pair of overalls and red flannel shirt with its buttons close to bursting. “I know but you look different than last night. Did your changes not stop or something?”

“What, you mean the ears?”

“And the horns. And the… more you. At least it sure looks like more than last night,” Jared pointed out politely.

“Sure, I guess a little bit but nothing drastic. I see you’re looking pretty much the same as when I brought you to the farmhouse last night. Thankfully you weren’t hardly anything to carry, hun,” a more bubbly than usual Tara said with a wink. “You sleep okay?”

He yawned and stretched his arms up. Then as he sat up and could see the much the same smooth skinned, slight body, and the wiggle of a tail beneath. Jared carefully slid it out, leaning to the side to free some space. Meanwhile Tara noticed a wet stain showing through the sheets. Its location near his waist and the faint aroma it had turned Tara’s look from warm to wily.

“You didn’t happen to have an accident last night, did you?” Tara asked with a poke at the spot through to his leg.

“I did? Oh! I guess I did. I’m really sorry about that,” Jared bashfully said after seeing what he’d done. He only had to recall his recent dream to suppose why.

“Awww, don’t worry, hun. I’m sure it’s related to the magic or something. I will need to wash these sheets,” she casually said as she stood up. Without a word she grabbed the sheets and rolled them off her friend.

“Oh wait, wait! I’m not wearing any… pants,” Jared blurted out but it was too late. Tara had the sheets off and the two friends were both surprised to see Jared’s manhood replaced with a vagina.

“Guess I was wrong about your changes not advancing any! Jared, why didn’t you tell me you’d join the winning team?” jested Tara as she plopped back on the bed for a closer look.

“Woah, waitaminute! I didn’t know either, I swear. I did have some more vivid dreams last night but had no idea some were real,” he admitted in a daze. Dreaming had been one thing but Jared was unprepared for the real thing. Tara on the other hand was carefully touching around his supple new labia. The glimmer in her eyes more proud than anything.

“Such a lovely one too. So chin up, J. You’ll be back to the man you were Monday so why not see how things go, eh? It’s not that bad, is it?” Tara defied him to answer while she stood back up.

Jared closed his legs and tried to not look so timid. “I guess not. Does make me really wonder where all this is going. Need to find something to wear,” he muttered softly.

“Well while you do, I’ll take these sheets down for the laundry and get your breakfast ready,” Tara said as she gathered up the soiled sheets in her arms.

“Breakfast? Since when do you ever make breakfast?” Jared asked with a slim smile.

“Since today, little miss,” retorted Tara effortlessly. Causing Jared to come over red in the face again. “Just come downstairs to the kitchen when you’re ready, okay? Don’t keep me waiting!”

Jared waited for Tara to close the door before turning to probe his new cunt. The dream he had was present at the forefront of his mind as he parted the lips. Then he spread them more until he saw pink. Then he pulled his hand back and came to sit on the edge of the bed with his legs pressed firmly together. “It’s only temporary. It’s our first time with magic so some mistakes can happen,” Jared assured himself.

When his thoughts were gathered he went searching for something to wear. He found his pants folded along with his washed shirt, socks, and glasses laid out on top. Knowing everything Tara had been doing for him since he’d passed out made him feel a more considerate, caring love than he was used to getting from his oldest friend. Tara’s affection was always understanding yet lacked the sort of sentimental feel he felt now. Jared was inclined to enjoy this change of heart in his friend.

The best Jared could tell he’d gone from a large t-shirt size to a small at best. He looked like a little sibling wearing an older brother’s shirt. All Jared could do was tuck it into the loose athletic shorts he’d brought along for the visit. The pants he brought were too long and too loose in the waist so the shorts were the only real option. After tucking the shirt in he’d tied the string waistband as tight as it would go. Forgoing socks and underwear Jared did struggle to find a way for his glasses to sit comfortably with his ears as bovine as they were. He did the best he could and checked to ensure he looked as stupid as he thought in the room’s lone mirror. That done he hurried out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

If getting dressed was difficult the bathroom proved more troublesome. Using the toilet was a whole endeavor and when Jared had to wash up he had to find a stool the kids in the house used just so he was tall enough to see the mirror on top of the sink. Seeing himself made Jared think more of what was to come than what he’d already experienced. Tara didn’t outright say it but his chances for ending up a bull were slim to nil. She definitely wanted him to continue with his transformation, whatever it turned out to be. For Jared there was also no question he’d continue thanks to the hunger for more milk that his altered body had. As he washed up and headed down to the kitchen he licked his lips with a taste for milk. A big bowl of cereal was what he was thinking as he spied Tara.

“There you are. Was about to come up there and see if you fell in the toilet or something,” Tara greeted Jared as he strolled into the kitchen. She was standing in the open doorway that led outside with a pair of black rubber boots in her hand as she appeared to be in wait.

“Almost did fall into the toilet. Didn’t know girls had it so hard when they peed,” remarked Jared. “Are you going somewhere?” he asked while going to the kitchen table out of habit.

“I am and so are you, hun. Come over here,” she said with a wave.

“Oh, okay. Sure. You want to tell me where we’re going?” Jared asked after quickly obliging her.

“Breakfast, J! And I have a hunch you just want one thing for that. Which is all well and good but I don’t want to be on cleanup duty and neither do you. So let’s take it to our barn where you can drink to your belly’s content. How’s that sound, hun?” Tara spoke with a jovial energy not common to her but undeniably infectious. Jared was grinning as he took the boots from her and put them on. She took him by the hand and led him out into the bright mid-morning sun on yet another clear day. “I tended to most of my chores already so I’d be nice and free for us for most of the day. You’d be surprised how much energy I have now.”

“You’re definitely acting more, driven. I like it,” Jared complimented as they walked.

“I figured you did. You’ve been a lot more agreeable and I like that. Guess we just pair up that nicely,” grinned Tara.

“Always have. Now we know it applies to other forms too,” remarked Jared. He was having to hike his shorts up a lot as they were sliding down even with the waistband tight.

“I don’t know about you but I find that a wonderfully comforting idea,” Tara said with a swoon.

“Oh yeah, totally agree. It’s weird but in a good way. That’s magic, I guess.”

Back inside the barn it was much as Jared remembered it from last night. Two additions were a sturdy rocking chair from the farmhouse porch and a travel cooler on the table. Tara walked Jared right to the table and took off his glasses for him. Next she undid one strap of her overalls then the other, allowing her massive milky tits to properly spill out. Seeing her teats triggered an instinctual response in Jared’s brain that his lips suckled just at the sight of them. Making Tara giggle as she strode up to him face-to-face.

“I take it someone is hungry for breakfast?” Tara asked facetiously as she caressed her own breasts.

Jared shook his head to break the trance. “Huh? Wha? Oh, right, breakfast. Well, I know where the milk is but you wouldn’t happen to have some kind of cereal and bowl in that cooler, would you?”

Tara laughed again, louder. “Cereal? Bowl? You’re such a dork, J. No, I was thinking we see how much of a fill you can get from just the milk. I saw how your lips were moving earlier, You’re a thirsty girl I wager,” she purred. As she spoke she caressed his cheek and neck while sliding hands behind him to pull him in tight.

“Y-Yeah. Thirsty,” Jared assented before closing his eyes and putting his mouth to her teat again. He took to suckling like a pro and was drawing milk out of her. Body and mind relaxed in the soft, safe embrace of Tara.

“That’a girl. I’m extra full today,” Tara all but moaned. For the first couple minutes she was happy to stand there and let him nourish himself but her aching back and legs drew her in the rocking chair she’d brought out specifically for this. She hoisted him up and sat down with Jared, never breaking rhythm. Much less open his eyes. In this position she could coddle him closer, petting his hand being able to see his happy tail wagging behind him. “Look at you go. You remind me of a hungry newborn calf, hun. So darned adorable.”

It would take twenty-five minutes of continuous feeding- broken only when Jared moved from one teat to the other- for Tara’s milk reserves to be depleted. She had to be the one to gently pluck him off a teat to tell him she was empty. With excess milk on his chin and front of his shirt Jared had a dumb smile on his face with half-opened eyes reflecting his sated hunger.

“You clearly enjoyed yourself,” Tara remarked while cleaning the milk on her friend’s chin with her thumb.

Jared opened his mouth to answer, only to let out a milky burp. “Excuse me,” he apologized sheepishly.

“You’re excused, hun. That’s as good a reply as I expected,” Tara said amiably. “Changes will start soon and I’m so excited to see what will happen,”

“That makes two of us. Ugh, can almost feel the milk sloshing at the back of my throat cause I’m so full. Maybe enough to bulk into that bull I wanted,” Jared put forth in an unconvincing, soft spoken way. He had both hands on the full, slightly aching belly he’d given himself.

“Anything’s possible with magic, hun. Personally, I wouldn’t bank on it,” Tara hedged politely. Her eyes were watching him closely for the first sign of the transformation restarting. A prospect that had her leaning forward in the rocker.

“A guy can have hope,” he replied just as a spasm of the magic came over his whole body. Jared attempted to calm back down but couldn’t get his legs or gurgling gut to stop quivering. Then as he felt skin to bone go soft, sweaty, and pliable from the waist down with the exception of a peculiar throbbing nearer to his waist and bladder. The latter he moved a hand to but Jared was left to accept his legs were about to undergo some adjustments. “I, I think it might, ummm, be, uhhh, ummm, starting,” Jared stammered the best he could.

“I can see you shaking like a leaf but I’m not seeing what’s happening with what you got on,” Tara complained since Jared’s loose clothing covered so much.

“S-Sorry I, I, I can try to get it, ummm, off. I just have to undo this knot in my shorts,” he told her. It took a few seconds for Jared to get two shaky hands to the knot at his waist. This concentration was drawn away by painless swelling and cramping happening knees to toes in both legs. Jared fingered the knot useless as Tara could see the milk’s magic take him.

Standing up from her chair, Tara went right about stripping the clothes off her shaky companion. “Let me, hun. Don’t want you to trip and hurt yourself,” a doting Tara said as she merrily pulled off his shirt. The shorts she dealt with in a single tug that dropped them around his boots. She then picked Jared up by his armpits and lifted him free of all clothing. With ease Tara carried him to a clear spot a few feet away and set him down onto his hands and wobbly legs. “I think that’s a much better look for you. I might have to ban clothing for you for the rest of the weekend, J. I don’t think anything you have will fit you in an hour or so,” she chuckled from her towering position above him.

“T-Thank you,” whimpered Jared as the magic took hold of his lower half.

She knelt beside him not wanting to miss a detail. “Come on milk! Give my girl here some shape,” Tara playfully implored between chewing her lower lip.

They didn’t have to wait long for the magic to begin its work on Jared. Striking first and fiercely in his feet. A stretching of the length of his feet themselves left just swollen forefoot and bulging, deforming toes pressed to the floor. Of the toes the two in the middle were growing most prominently. This left Jared’s big toe and the new toe formed from the outside pair merging to shrink in size. Each one of these new toes grew from its malformed end a growing dark mass of soon-to-be hooves. Further up the foot and into the shin the bones shifted, swelled, and realigned to remind Tara of the many cattle populating the farm.

The bovine influence continued up Jared’s thighs and the hip region. His stance on all fours was trouble to maintain but he did his best to do since Tara clearly favored him this way. The initial problem was his legs getting so long in comparison to his basically unchanging arms and upper body. Things got a little better and a little worse when the magic took hold of his pelvis and the lower part of his back. Loud, wet cracks and pops could be heard echoing from inside Jared’s meager frame; with his thin, pink skin making the entire metamorphosis easy to see. Tara’s interest had been on his forming hooves but had swung to the development of his new rear end as she circled close behind.

“So cute seeing you come into this adorable little cow body,” Tara praised. This as she took and held Jared’s tail up so she could see better. She wasn’t sure why but it was enjoyable to see the man’s asshole pucker up to stick out just under that tail. Further below, made more obvious with the spreading of Jared’s ass cheeks, his pussy could be seen shifting backwards too. Seeing Jared’s genitals also shift species, taking on more bovine characteristics as it migrated filled Tara with a joy she couldn’t quite place. “That’s my girl,” she whispered lovingly.

“H-Huh?” Jared asked while heavily panting.

“Nothing, hun. You’re doing great,” reassured Tara. Stroking his tail and petting his rump.

In Jared’s head it was a lot of finding a position where his ever changing legs could be comfortable. Then as things transformed enough that he could with fewer issues he welcomed it. It bothered him less and less through this stage that his high hopes of bull. Jared felt he had prepared himself mentally for what was coming. Not knowing how powerful the hormones of an animal, like the female calf Jared was turning into it even if he didn’t know it yet, were. He felt some dizziness, fleeting feelings of abandonment that would be doused when he remembered Tara was right there. Jared had his human mind but the instincts that informed that were increasingly those of a baby cow.

“Think I see a few teats cropping up on your waist here. Not quite an udder. And nothing like mine,” a boastful Tara said while reaching under Jared to feel around.

“I don’t think I could handle anything that big on this body I got. I don’t think it’s just me getting smaller. This body, my body, feels younger somehow,” Jared explained, still out of breath.

“You sure look it. I say that with all the love in the world, hun,” she consoled sweetly. Tara finally broke herself away from his back to come around to take full stock of him. She saw pin bones poking up near his nail, stifles stretching from the flank to the stomach, hocks, pasterns, and hooves complete with dew claws. Over it all was still supple and human except for some light brown discolorations of the skin. Their resemblance to cow spots making Tara smile all the wider. “I know you wanted a bull but I’m really loving what you’re becoming. Got the bearing of a two or three month old calf. Little unfed but your meaty bits still in flux. Slowing down though.”

“Huh?” came Jared’s beleaguer reply.

“Awww, you’re positively frazzled, aren’t ‘cha?” noted Tara. Patting her friend gently.

For the first time Jared was aware his brain was not functioning like it normally would. He could still manage to think straight but not without bovine instincts bubbling up like reasonable thoughts. This was why as he was going to speak and tell Tara he was all right he began urinating unconsciously. Seeing him unwitting in his potty break, a bemused Tara kept quiet and let Jared gather his words finally. “Sorry. Changes always get my- yikes my voice, different! That’s going to be an adjustment.” Jared interrupted himself when hearing his higher pitched, vaguely childlike voice.

“It’s cute. Goes with the rest of your youthful aspects. How you feeling? Relaxed? Relieved?” she questioned pointedly.

“Working on relaxing. Body is still settling in. Think the milk’s magic has nearly run its course in me,” reasoned Jared. His piss down to a trickle.

“Good to know, hun. Mind if I make a friendly request?” Tara asked innocently enough.

“Of course you can, mom-, erm, my friend,” he said awkwardly correctly.

Suppressing a grin, Tara simply told him, “Since you’re more moo than man now I get that the world is an animal’s bathroom but try not to do it where I have to stand, hmm? Stepping is piss is never a treat.”

“Huh?” Jared grunted as he peered up at Tara. Then he looked down under himself at the puddle between his hooves. He was quick to blush. “I’m really sorry, Tara. I had no idea I was, going. I-I can clean it up if you want,” he offered.

“I appreciate the offer, hun, but can you even stand on two feet anymore? If ya can’t it makes working a mop a lot harder,” she snickered at him.

Jared wanted to prove her wrong but his new lower half couldn’t bend that way and he knew it. So he vacillated a little then hung his head. “Sorry again. This body is going to take some getting used to,” confessed Jared followed by a yawn.

“That’s an understatement. I see someone is feeling a little famished from their changes? I think it’s time we put that pen we prepared to use. Come on, J, you can rest there for a while. Once you’re ready and I’m ready, we’ll see if another dose will do the trick to finish you off,” he told him while nudging him towards the open stall.

He followed her without a fuss. “Okay. I’m tired but don’t think I’ll pass out like last night. Meaning, I’ll probably want company,” Jared mentioned along the way.

“Don’t you worry, hun. I plan to stay with you until we’re both up for it. I’ll just need fifteen or twenty minutes once you’re comfortable in there to tend to some of the animals. Then I’ll be right back here with my favorite little calf,” Tara doted again, unable to help herself. “I’ll even see about nudging myself along too. Will do that once I get back. Promise.”

“Sure. I’d like that,” he smiled. When he reached the stall door and looked in, the walls were a lot higher than he remembered. To balance things the bed of stray was now a comfortable place to lay down and recoup. He wanted to ask Tara how she ‘nudged’ herself along but after seeing him settle in she left in such a hurry she only waved goodbye. Leaving him to wait and speculate.

Jared spent the twenty minutes it took her to return looking over and occasionally prodding his bovine lower half. The drop in station from bull to female calf wasn’t troubling Jared as much as he would have thought. Knowing it was temporary helped a lot. What helped more was how natural and downright pleasant it felt. The incident with peeing and not knowing it vexed him for more of his wait time. He checked and rechecked his faculties and he felt like the same man as ever. An unsurprising conclusion from a brain seamlessly threaded by animistic reasoning. Effectively making Jared too dull to know he was dull.

Tara returned and was anything but quiet as she marched back having built up quite the sweat. “All right, I made sure all the animals will be fine by themselves until Monday when we’re both back to us. Cause I’m done doing work work for the rest of the weekend. Just have to tend to our future needs and I’ll be ready,” Tara told Jared as she checked in on him in the

“Okay,” Jared said with a smile and wagging tail.

“Such a pretty girl,” the cowgirl cooed at him. Tara lingered a few moments then got to the work she needed to. Which mostly consisted of preparing the pen next to him for another occupant, herself, including getting feed and water ready and fixing the door open. She provided him a bucket of water but no feed as according to Tara, Jared was now on an all milk diet. Which she promised to keep on tap. After that she unlocked some doors that lead out to the pasture right behind the barn. That done Tara did a few minor things, turned her phone to silent, and finally felt she could unwind. “All that work work got me thirsty. Good thing I came prepared.”

From his bed of straw Jared watched as Tara opened the cooler on the table and from it took two clear glass bottles of milk. She gathered these two bottles with one hand to her bosom while grabbing one of the shorter milking stools with the other. Tara shuffled back over to Jared so quickly that, maybe intentionally, she kicked off both of her sandals in her haste. When she reached him she was out of breath but still smiling.

“Didn’t have to rush so much, Tara. I’m not going anywhere,” Jared said sympathetically. Himself attempting to get up to greet her but coordinating his mismatched upper and lower body was too much for his brain in its current state.

“I can see that. Hold still. I’ll help you.” The cowgirl had to turn her ample hips to get through the door without trouble then got Jared back on four legs. “There. Better?” she asked, rubbing the top of his head.

“Better. Thank you,” nodded Jared. He had some fleeting embarrassment that he required help but Tara’s presence comforted him. “Is that milk for me? I can drink from the bottle if you want but I don’t mind how we’ve, ummm, been doing it,” he timidly added.

“Don’t worry, hun. This milk is for me. Filled them last night while you were having your snooze. Might have sampled a bit last night too,” Tara confessed casually as she unscrewed the top off one of the milk bottles.

“So that’s why you looked different this morning,” Jared said.

Tara winked at him. “Can’t slip anything by you, cutie. Shopkeeper did say if I drank my own supply I’d feel the effect just like anyone else. Experimented a little and I have to say, I’m liking it. Gonna see what a few more sips will do,” she explained, milk bottle at her lips.

“Oooo, chug, chug, chug!” came Jared’s sweet cheers when Tara began to drink.

A few sips of milk turned into downing the whole bottle. As she set the bottle aside Tara smacked her lips in satisfaction. “Tastes almost as good as fresh. Almost,” remarked Tara. Her hands had moved to her chest to squeeze and fondle. Occasionally groping at the suspenders of her overalls that barely could contain her chest as is. Things got more intense. Tara felt the twitch of magic sinking into her breasts, hips, and ass like she’d grown accustomed to. “Just as effective as ever at giving those special kinda chills,” she said with a thrill.

“I love that feeling,” Jared said to her, tail wagging. His intent gaze was fixed on Tara- her chest more mostly. Not just for what would happen but just seeing one of her teats pop out from under her suspenders made him hungry for milk himself.

“I adore this feeling. Feels like my breasts about to explode,” Tara said as her body heated up.

Like with Jared’s changes they did not have to wait long to see things continue for Tara’s body. Starting with a further swelling of her already massive boobs which she was very used to. It stressed her straining overalls so much that one suspender broke then the other, allowing them to spill out and flop below. Tara had to hold onto the door frame of the pen to keep herself upright from the sudden shift in weight. A more subtle shift in weight occurred when her tits could be felt to migrate lower on her body. This triggered other changes like the two breasts merging into one pink, veiny mass. Or the sprouting of two more teats from the two new mammary glands Tara had grown. An udder was on its way.

“MmmmmarrroooOOOO! Was hoping that would happen, One cow udder coming up, hun. Then you can feed like a proper calf,” boasted Tara as it happened.

The suggestion had Jared blushing and also fantasizing about the prospect. “Nice,” he said simply. Downplaying how much it actually excited him to think about.

“Nice? Bet I’ll have to pry you off them,” Tara told him while side-eyeing her friend. “Can practically see your lips suckling already.”

“Huh? No they aren’t,” Jared refuted with another shy lowering of the head.

“Keep telling yourself that, hun,” an increasingly winded Tara got out. Her udder was massing larger as it continued to relocate which was taxing the woman’s strength.

Tara felt the magic kindled elsewhere on her person. Mostly in her already very beefy lower body. Those areas bulked up more, ripping the pants of her overalls open at the seams. They’d be torn off completely after Tara’s bones and muscles took on bovine facets that were more than the jean overalls could bear. Shredding her pants didn’t bother Tara in the least. Not compared to the pleasant spasms she experienced as it all happened.

Down into her feet and toes the transformation to hooves went for her like it did for Jared. Tara could feel it but leaning on the wall of the pen now as she was denied seeing it. But whereas Jared’s changes reached his pelvis and drove him to all fours, Tara’s legs were left functional enough to stand on just two. She’d have to wait to rest until the magic had left her body. Her udder was close to where it belonged, its size and shape reflecting the liquid weight sloshing inside the organ. So much was going on in the front Tara wasn’t cognizant that she was also growing her tail out.

The weight of the woman had gone up considerably to further put Jared in the shadow of Tara. A place he was comfortable in despite how much she dwarfed him now. As the changes slowed and it appeared that Tara had been nudged along to a more full hybrid of woman and cow. Her shoulders and arms were burlier, chest more barreled, and brown splotches of discolored skin gave Tara cow markings randomly anywhere below the neck. She may have looked very different but to Jared’s mind she was more beautiful than ever. He beamed with pride to see her move again with a body more bovine than ever.

As the magic left her and the body she’d been given settled, Tara was eager to test her balance on two feet. So she moved from the wall tentatively once she caught her breath, going one thick hoof at a time. After a little wobbling she got the hang of how her body moved. “Standing hooves isn’t so hard to manage,” began Tara, her voice deeper but feminine, “but this udder sure is.”

“Y-Yeah. It looks real big’n stuff,” nodded Jared with eyes infatuated with her udder.

“Sure is,” she agreed with a hearty laugh. “Now your lips really are suckling. Is my little cow hungry?” Tara asked her friend with the nursing lips.

So eager was Jared to feed that he didn’t answer Tara. Preferring to approach her, latch on to the closest available teat, and guzzle his belly’s fill of milk.

“My mistake. Little miss heifer is very, very hungry,” Tara chuckled pleasantly thanks to the relief. The transformation had left her as desperate to drain it as Jared was to do the draining.

Neither of them would be quite sure how long it took for Jared to drink his fill. When he did finish his belly was fattened while Tara’s udder was relieved of some pressure. Enough to let her think and move without the need to be milked. Meanwhile Jared’s human reasoning returned as he sat his calf butt down in the hay but sat the rest of his body up the best he could. He smelt of the sweet, warm milk straight from the udder. Jared blushed with embarrassment from recollecting the trance he’d fallen into whilst suckling at Tara’s magic udder.

“I may have,” Jared paused to burp then continue, “I may have had too much.”

“Too much milk? For a growing calf like you? Nonsense! How are you gonna get big and strong without a full belly of her mother’s milk?” she asserted boisterously.

“Did you just call it ‘motherly milk’?” asked Jared.

“I sure did. What’s wrong with that? You’re a calf drinking my milk like he would his mothers. Course I know you’re not my real kid but we’re growing to appear that way. Why not have a little fun with it while it lasts? You don’t mind it, do you?”

Put on the spot, Jared couldn’t say no. “I guess not. Just remember we’re friends. N-N-Not c-c-cows,” he said with a shiver. “It’s s-starting again.”

“Good. Wonder when it will stop. Or if it even will this time…” Tara pondered aloud.

With so much of Jared changed already it wasn’t a surprise to him that the milk’s magic emanated from his mostly still human back, chest, and arms. Things really got underway with the moist popping of either bones or meat deep within his chest cavity. The sounds got louder and more varied, broadening his shoulders, realigning parts of his spine, barreling and stretching his rib cage, and deforming his knuckles. The last one is what Jared paid the most attention too since it had always been his favorite in his fantasies.

Bull or calf, hooves were hooves. Getting to see and feel his middle and ring fingers swell, elongate, and become hooves- as opposed to the rest shrunk away to nothing. The rest was the accumulation of darkening keratin of his new, slender calf hooves. During this time from wrist to shoulder lost mass and strength in exchange for becoming forelegs that Jared could better get around on. Whatever shift in his shoulders took place brought them tighter to his side.

When a spasm curled Jared’s spine up it forced him forward off his haunches and onto his barely matured front hooves. More loud pops fixed the former man’s arms under him while beginning to bleed bovine form into Jared’s neck. He couldn’t be prepared for what came next. A surge of the tingling, flesh warping magic traveled up and filled his neck; lengthening it, realigned his head further, attached it more to the chest which formed Jared’s dewlap.

The magic showed signs of abating just shy of his reaching his head. Fully halting at a point where only his skull and its ears and horns were not fully given over to the two month old body of a well fed female calf. Those spots from his legs had also spread over and up to his neck too. Jared’s frame had lost more mass in its switch to bovine characteristics. Making Tara appear all the larger.

“Are you coming out of it, hun? Is the nudge over?” asked Tara as she knelt on my knees to more closely inspect Jared.

“I, I think so,” he anxiously answered in a soft, youthful voice. He felt Tara’s hand pet from the top of his head all the way down his neck, back, and ended with stroking his tail.

“Such a lovely little calf you’re making, hun. Honestly surprised you didn’t change all the way with how much milk you helped yourself to. One more meal like that should finish you off, for sure,” Tara remarked merrily. There was no denying she was very happy with how Jared’s transformation was going. It was spurred by her own body flooding with hormones that stoked maternal needs in the normally unmotherly Tara. “Can’t get enough of you on four hooves. How do you feel? Good? Sleepy? Hungry?”

Jared burped again. “Mostly good. A little crowded in the stall though,” he told her politely.

Pulling her hands away and getting back up to her own hooves, Tara left the stall. Her own tail curled and flicked as if to call him hither. “Let’s get you some space then, missy. Come on out of here and head to the rear doors over yonder if you’re able. I just need to grab some more milk for myself and then we’ll get some fresh air,” a jovial Tara instructed. She’d grabbed the full bottle she’d left atop the stall wall then hurried herself to the table with the cooler. Her hooves clacking from her skipping.

“Outside? So soon? You sure?” Jared asked after her in a wary voice. He slowly exited the stall, trotting over Tara’s torn clothes in the process, and while enjoying the changes was not ready to be seen by anyone but her. That included other animals. This being born mostly from his bashfulness about his nakedness. The swap of sex was one factor but Jared had a bigger problem post-transformation with his body needing to use the bathroom in a big way. “Maybe we could just chill in here for a bit longer? And, ummm, do you always have to call me ‘missy’?”

“Oops, sorry about that. Just say it without thinking. Honest. I’ll try to reign that in. As for staying in, I think it will do us both some good. Not like anybody is around that ain’t an animal too, J. You’ll love it!” she promised energetically.

“But, but, ummm, I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Jared told his friend, as strongly as he could. It still came off sounding like jitters. He’d just fully stepped out of the pen while Tara, milk cooler in hand, was already waiting at the twin doors to the back.

“Don’t sell yourself short, hun. Sure, yeah, you are actually short but you’re capable of it. Just think, some grass under your hooves, breeze in your hair, lots of space, and me close by to you at all times. So you never have to worry about being left alone, hun,” consoled Tara.

The impatient woman saw how gingerly Jared was coming along and had to hurry things up. So Tara skipped herself over and with a guiding hand on the calf’s neck she led him towards the doors at a quicker pace.

“O-Okay, I can try,” Jared said submissively. Knowing he couldn’t overpower or overrule Tara. Not least because his body told him to listen. It also told him to go to the bathroom so he also switched his focus to keeping everything behind him clenched.

They reached the doors in quick order and Tara couldn’t be more elated to get through them. “Out we go!” announced Tara as she slid the one door wide enough for both. The midday sun briefly blinds them then gives way to a relaxed rustic exterior. Admiring the view for a moment Tara shuffled down the short concrete ramp towards the largest of the cow pastures. She brought Jared with her, his shyness flaring up in a big way. Seeing his drooping ears Tara gave his head some reassuring pets. “You’re doing so well, hun. Very proud of you.”

“Doing the best I can. Where are you taking me exactly?” he asked with his head on a swivel.

“To the gate to let us both in. It’s where we keep our cattle and that’s more or less us now, ain’t it?” Tara laughed.

“Are y-you sure that’s a good idea? It’s just for a little bit then we’ll go back to the barn maybe?” Jared hinted as he saw them near the gate.

“We’ll see. For now you should just relax and do as the cows do, hun. Don’t overthink it,” she told him. Accompanied by another reassuring pat on the head.

Jared did best to accept the inevitable as they came up to the gate and he felt Tara’s hand let go of him. She unlocked the gate and once it swung open Jared lurched forward. “How many other cows are in here currently? That aren’t us,” Jared clarified.

“Should be about ten or twelve. Mostly old ladies, a few preggo heifers, and a bull somewhere. All lovely animals, hun. No threat to us if that’s what’s got you flustered,” promised Tara while following Jared in.

“That’s good. It’s one that has me, ummm, uncomfortable,” he vaguely stated.

“Oh? And what else has my little calf worried about?” Tara probed. Happening to glance at his backside gives her the answer. “Awww, does someone have to go potty?”

The question was followed by the sound of the gate shutting and locking, startling a blushing Jared. “What? No! I mean, why would you s-say that, Tara? Trying to make me feel silly?”

“Haha! You’re most of the way to calf and still a dork. I can see your puckering little butthole and your leaky bladder, hun. There’s no need to be so worried about it! The other cows in here certainly don’t,” she said. Adding a supportive slap to his rump.

Nothing Jared could think to say wouldn’t get him teased more so he kept quiet as he moved further into the pasture. He made sure to not have his butt facing Tara then, embarrassed by her gaze, Jared relieved himself. It was awkward but Jared couldn’t have held it all in for much longer. The stink of his own manure stung at his nostrils but didn’t stop him pushing out more. When he looked at Tara he saw her ensure the gate was locked in-between sips from an open milk bottle.

“Ummm, should you be drinking that? What if your hands change and you can’t open the gate? We’ll be stuck, won’t we, Tara?” Jared tentatively asked.

“Stuck isn’t the word I’d use. We ain’t stuck if this is where we’re supposed to be, hun. Everything set, little calf, so don’t worry your pretty little noggin. Plus I’m only having a few sips,” a deviously playful Tara smirked.

“I guess if you say it’ll be alright,” nodded Jared as he finished his business. When he did he trotted himself over to where Tara was and spied her polish off the milk bottle. “Just a few sips, huh?” he teased her for a change.

Tara wiped off her milk mustache. “So I was thirstier than I thought. Ain’t no thing. Might have to chug another quick so I’m not stuck like you with no way to nudge me to finish.”

“I think that would be pretty funny,” commented Jared. As he spoke his tail unconsciously swatted at flies that were buzzing around his backside.

“Oh you would, huh? Too bad I’ve thought ahead then,” she replied with a whistle. She’d opened up the cooler where there were four more full bottles of milk. One at a time Tara opened and dumped the milk directly into the cooler until brimming it. While emptied the last of the bottles Tara felt the sizzling magic strike her rump and hands. She hurried then and made sure to arrange it for easy drinking. “The stuff in the cooler in my portion. If my little calf wants some milk she can go right to the source. I might need a little room first,” panted a twitching Tara.

“S-Sure,” Jared said modestly.

The lurid, uneasy sounds of shifting meat and bones echoed from Tara’s bulging frame as the magic took firm hold. It went to work where it had left off, transforming her rear end and legs into a fully four-legged bovine bovine. This inexorably tilted Tara forward towards the ground, and with her arms right down to the hands swelling and bulking up she was able to hesitantly prepare herself. When she landed her middle fingers were enough on their way to hooves to support the weight that was coming.

“That wasn’t so hard,” Tara gasped through a broad smile.

“It really isn’t. Easier to move once you’ve got hooves,” touted Jared, who had taken up circling Tara for a change. Seeing her chest barrel out reminded him of his own doing that. Only with Tara it was on a much larger scale in all ways. Her elongating spine curled as it grew. Every breath expanding the former farm girl to a heifer’s wideness. With her so large it brought back those warm, reassuring feelings in Jared’s heart. Almost as much as her engorged, dangling udder stirred different passions in Jared’s calf brain.

This latest dose of milk brought Tara nearly as close to a cow as her friend. Her neck hadn’t really stretched yet and the spots stopped around her shoulders. The bigger difference was Tara’s process took four times longer thanks entirely to packing on such a massive amount of weight. Reaching close to nine hundred pounds of hairless, hideless, mostly cow and part of a human head. During the wait Jared amused himself and Tara by running, jumping, and bouncing around like an eager calf. Tara told him as much and Jared didn’t mind the remark. It helped keep his mind off Tara’s udder and the rumble in his belly too.

“OoooOOoooooh! That was something else. That’s what being a balloon must feel like. Only heavy, heh,” snorted Tara as she shook her body to feel it jiggle. “How am I lookin’, hun? Like a hefty heifer?”

“Most definitely, yeah. Makes your tiny head look a bit silly,” Jared remarked from where he was hovering near Tara’s rear.

“You are not wrong. This is mighty inconvenient for getting at the rest of my milk. Still, feeling that wind against my skin sure is nice. I’m loving these proper hooves. Are you enjoying your body as much, hun?” Tara’s question went unanswered despite her hearing Jared milling around in her blind spot. “Are you checking every nook and cranny of mine? I suppose there are a lot of them, heh,” giggled partial-heifer. There was still no word from Jared so Tara went to turn when she felt a hungry mouth suction up one of her teats. “Ah, so you weren’t even listening,” sighed Tara who let him have his fill.

“Mrrrmpfh!” Jared gurgled without letting the teat of out of mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, hun. You weren’t raised in a barn,” she facetiously scolded Jared like he was her kid.

Jared did his best to ignore Tara while giving into the simple pleasure of gulping down as much milk as he could. His lips softly coaxing out his fill and not hurting Tara in the process. Tara might not have been able to turn her head enough to see him but the sounds and sensations were enough to allow her to enjoy herself too. Her only real consideration being how’d she finish her own transformation. A thought she set aside since she wasn’t in the same hungry rush as Jared to finish his changes.

A quarter hour spent partaking from Tara’s udder and Jared finally let the teat fall from his lips. Tara turned as soon as she was released and got to see Jared, milk dripping from the corners of his mouth, letting out a cute little burp. “I see your old milk diet is really paying dividends, hmm? Such a hungry girl you are,” Tara complimented. She had to kneel her front legs down but it was worth it for her to nuzzle her friend’s head. “Really wanted to see what a calf’s like was like, huh?”

“Not exactly,” began Jared who needed to pause to let a milk belch out. Then continued, “It’s like I saw your udder and my brain knew I was hungry so that’s all I could think to do. I had just enough in me to not go at you while you were changing, but once you were done? Couldn’t hold back so, it’s really only dawning on me now what that means.” Jared cast his eyes up at Tara lovingly. “You’ll keep close to me the whole time, right?” he asked till a magically induced spasm struck him.

“Course I will, hun. Wouldn’t leave for anything this weekend,” so promised with a soothing tone. She could see him shaking already. It pleased her to no end.

“G-Good. Changes st-starting,” he got out with difficulty.

“Oh yes, I can see you wiggling, hun. You’re almost to the finish line. I’m right here if you need me,” Tara assured while backing up to give Jared space.

Lips trembling, Jared managed a smile. “Th-Th-Thanks, m-mommy,” he murmured dreamily.

The slip of tongue was gratifying for Tara to hear. Normally she would have teased Jared for it but the notion never occurred to her for a change. Preferring to watch her friend become the calf she wanted.

This last swell of magic within Jared was an all encompassing one. He knew it had to be if this was going to be the final push. Itchiness in his limbs and around his ribs was caused by flesh turning to hide and hide quickly sprouting hairs. Smaller patches merged, grew, and merged with others to cover every inch of him it could. Those darker spots he’d grown earlier in the transformation sprouted matching hairs. Putting him on the path to a white coat with light-brown markings. Feeling it happen was annoying while the magic’s work on his head was unreal.

A tugging at his nose ballooned into his nostrils stretching wider as the rest of his nose and face to the same. From his point of view he could see pink on his nose and the slope of the bridge. That was compounded by a force swelling from behind his face which pushed eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, jaw, and mouth forward. On top of these developments Jared’s eye sockets widened right as the eyes themselves were affected. He was seeing double, then triple, and then no reds. He struggled to close his eyes and was wobbling side to side when on his right Tara appeared for Jared to lean on.

“I’ve got ya, little miss,” Tara told him gently.

He attempted to thank her only to open his mouth and long, wet, cow tongue fall out. Jared tried a few more times to speak but couldn’t do it. His tongue and skull shape were too much to overcome it seemed. Feeling his teeth become bovine all but ended speech for Jared until he was back to his old self. A throaty, high pitched bellow he could do with some trouble. With his forehead still sloping as his muzzle and nose filled out. Most of Jared’s human hair was lost except a tiny tuft of brown at the very top. It would survive the cow hide and hairs that had reached his head.

Then as time wound down on the physical transformation the bleeding of a calf’s impulses into his mind had similarly done its job. To him his mind was still his own, along with his memories, reason, and humanity. That every aspect of Jared’s personality had been pruned down never occurred to him while transformed. Jared shut his eyes as hide and cow fuzz covered his muzzle and cheeks. He kept them closed until the magic tingling fingers completed their work.

“Is my little calf all done? She looks it!” Tara gleefully declared when she felt Jared not leaning on her anymore.

Jared bleated four times, each louder than the last, in response.

“That's what I thought! Let me get a proper look at you. Do a little modeling for mommy,” she instructed.

The calf bleated and proceeded to trot in a small circle.

“You are just too adorable for this planet, hun! Cute little fuzz all over you, that little tail, the hooves, and that face! Makes me wish I had my phone for some pictures. Guess I’d need hands and not hooves to work it too. Oh well! There’s always next time,” Tara said with a suggestive wink.

Tara would dote and lay praise on how Jared’s transformation had gone. Not used to so many compliments, Jared was bashful like always. Having a tail that wagged his emotions whether he wanted it to or not betrayed any outward anxieties about going from man to female calf. She knew he was happy and grateful.

For what they would do next, Tara wanted to take a long walk through the pasture. So that’s what they did. But before that Jared would need to help her get a few sips of milk out of the cooler. Which he did by holding up with his mouth. She had him pull it away to stop her having too much as all she wanted to achieve, and did, was to extend her own neck. Her correct assumption elongated and filled out her bovine neck. It did go a little further than she hoped; making her lose a lot of her hair and sprouting hide patches in places. Tara felt it was worth it to be able to tilt her head low enough to give Jared the proper nuzzles her heart craved.

“Come on, girl. Let’s go for a picnic!” a burly voiced Tara bellowed at Jared. Who bellowed back from right beside her.

They spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening traveling around the thirty acre fenced pasture. Jared kept close to Tara throughout, dealing with her occasional good natured teasing when he had to relieve himself or feed. Most of the time Tara was complimenting him like he was her own daughter. Fitting for how Jared cherished her like he would his mom. As it felt normal to them they saw no reason not to keep it up.

The other cows in the pasture were friendly when the two approached. Only a few were put off by Tara’s not quite complete look. Those that did come close treated them like any other cattle; sniffing, licking, and nuzzling each other. Some of those with calves would dote on Jared while Tara did theirs. During one encounter Jared mistakenly began suckling at the other heifer’s teat. Getting joshed by Tara when she caught him in the act.

Around when the sun was setting Tara had Jared hold up her cooler of milk again. Her longer neck had been useful but not that she was getting hungry her human features were more of a detriment. There was more milk in there than she needed so it was easy for Tara to gulp down more than enough.

“It’s time for moo, hun,” Tara gurgled for her final words for the weekend.

Jared bellowed his encouragement and watched Tara go through what he did on a heifer's scale. A larger teeth of teeth, a thicker tongue, matured, darker markings, and thicker, longer horns differentiated Tara’s transformation from the meager calf’s. They still experienced the same warping of their vision and deadening of human facilities in return for bovine instincts. Ones that were perfectly suited to the near thirteen-hundred pound animal. Tara showed off with a boisterous moo as hide, hair, and heifer urges filled in.

Her transformation complete, Tara pranced, jumped, and ran around looking like the happiest cow in the world. The infectious energy had Jared skipping along with her followed by some tender nuzzling nose-to-nose.

That evening Tara would graze while Jared either suckled at her or laid nearby in the grass. When the sun set many of the cattle gathered together to sleep. Tara and her calf Jared were accepted without issue by the others. Jared made sure to snuggle as close to Tara as he could. There under a cover of starlight the two friends slept peacefully. No complicated dreams for Jared’s calf brain.

Sunday was a day-long adventure in how to spend a lazy day as a cow. The two friends enjoyed every hour of it when they were awake. They’d frolic, eat, go to the bathroom, eat, sleep, and repeat that a few times until it was dark again. For Jared the high point was running around with the other calves; something he hadn’t planned on liking. Jared woke up later that day from a nap to see Tara having her high point as the pasture’s lone bull mounted her. Though she’d have two more high points that day on account of the bull as well.

They went to sleep that night amongst the other cows having blissfully forgotten the ticking clock on their forms. Jared’s interests were now getting bigger and playing all day while Tara’s body yearned to be pregnant.

Come Monday morning Tara and Jared woke where they had fallen asleep in the grass. They were back to their normal selves which left them dirty, naked, and smelling of stale milk. As they got up the other cows licked and nuzzled them affectionately. Then on the whole walk back to the pasture gate the two calves followed Jared while their moms walked with Tara.

Once out of the pasture the two friends headed towards their barn to collect their things. Not much had been said between them since waking up. Both busy recollecting their past few days.

“You made a really cute calf, Jared,” Tara brought up out of the blue.

Blushing, Jared cleared his throat. “Thanks. You make a good cow mommy,” he said. Turning his light blush bright red. “Wait, I didn’t mean to say ‘cow mommy’. I mean, umm, cow, uhhhh,”

Tara nudged him with her elbow. “Uh huh, sure you didn’t.”

“I didn’t!” Jared shouted only to sigh. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Awwww, you dork,” Tara chuckled. She then turned and unexpectedly hugged him close before continuing.

“Wow, you didn’t tease me horribly for that. Is that personal growth I see, Tara?” remarked Jared as they slid open the barn doors together.

“Could be. Now come along, momma’s boy. We got some cleaning to do before the fam gets home,” Tara playfully goaded.

“Ugh, you aren’t going to let me live that down,” grumbled Jared.

“Not never, hun. Something new will come up next time we play magic and then I’ll tease you about that. That’s what friends are for.”

Jared sighed again and shook his head. “With friends like these…”

The jawing back and forth continued until giving over to conversation about the what, where, and when of their next transformation. And several more after that.