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Jack sighed in relief as the cast was finally cut off and he could use his right arm again! It had been an annoying two weeks having to rely entirely on Bethany to do most of his chores for him. He kept struggling to try and do them himself, but without his dominant arm being usable; it never worked.

Bethany clapped for him. "Free! So, what do you want to do now that your dominant hand is back?"

"Masturbate furiously! Haha- just kidding of course. Uhm, do you... remember three weeks ago yet?"

"Huh?"

"Remember, I asked you about three weeks ago but you said you could not remember anything that happened then at the time."

"O-oh uh... n-n-no. Still don't."

He sighed. "Okay, well, while we are here anyway at the medical center; I got that appointment with the therapist. Let's go have a talk, huh?"

His right hand still felt clammy from being under the cast so he held hers with his left hand and lead her along, though she was reluctant to follow.

"W-wait, I don't need therapy just because my memory is shoddy!"

"Won't hurt to try."

She puffed her cheeks up in an exaggerated pout, not wanting to go. Her memory from three weeks and earlier seem to be an entire blank- which would probably concern most people, but to Bethany it felt normal. Jack was the one concerned about it- she was fine.

Bethany ended up sitting by herself most of the time while Jack and the therapist spoke back and forth in hushed tones. Bethany just kicked her feet in the chair humming a discordant tune, oblivious to the situation.

Bethany has shimmering black hair... mostly. There is a stripe of snow white from the middle of her scalp over to the left corner of her bangs, and continuing through the left side of her eyebrow. Her naturally dual-colored hair is a rare condition known as pollosis. Her eyes are baby blue and always wide with wonder. She is a half foot taller than Jack who is an average height man- so she is unusually large for a woman. Her chest adorned with two G cup breasts that actually did not look as big as they are due to how big her entire frame is. Her skin is so porcelain pale you'd think she doesn't even know what the sun is.

When the therapist returned he had Bethany do a meditative exercise, bringing her to a room that was painted half as an open field and half as a forest, like it were a playroom for children. Bethany felt silly doing this but played along anyway- she did not want to sour the mood of Jack's day by being stubborn. The therapist was also playing a white noise track of wind in an open field- the subtle rustling of tall grass blades together, rarely the sound of an insect darting past, and every so often you'd hear a cow moo nearby. Bethany liked that part the most- she tried to imagine where the cow is based on the direction and volume of the lowing. She wondered what it was saying.

When the session ended, the therapist handed a copy of the track to Jack before looking to Bethany. "So, how did that feel?"

"Okay, I guess? Relaxing anyway, like before."

"Before what?"

Bethany was about to say from the previous times she has heard it- but she hasn't. It felt like she heard that track before, but has no recollection of it. She has never gone to therapy before- so she couldn't have heard that track before now.

"Uh..?"

The doctor chuckled and leaned toward Jack. "Make sure she listens to that every night when she goes to sleep. It should help her sleep too; a happy side-effect."

Bethany did not see how this was supposed to help her with her memory problem, or why her memory is a problem in the first place. Jack seemed pretty serious about doing it so she did not want to nag him. It is fine- doesn't hurt, and if it is just listening to that track it also doesn't actually occupy any of her time.

The two of them went on home to the ranch and Jack immediately went to work milking the cows- a task he was unfortunately unable to do properly for two weeks now. Although Bethany was very good at doing it herself- Jack hated having to make her do chores meant for him. Now that he was once again doing his own chores... Bethany found herself wandering around the ranch, not really knowing what to do with herself. She... doesn't have any hobbies... does she? Did she, and then forgot them? No, she wouldn't forget a thing like that. She could read! Does... she own any books? Wait, did she ever learn how to read? Eh. She ended up secretly doing some of Jack's chores without him knowing till it was too late- she did the dishes and tidied up the farm house while he was out tending the cattle.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary now that his arm was back in working order, so Bethany was honestly a bit bored. Jack ended up teaching her how to play chess and blackjack after doing his daily work just to keep her amused. The third day of this however she seemed a bit squirmy, and when Jack pressed her about it she admitted her breasts felt unusually tight, a bit swollen. Her areola were puffy and her nipples erected themselves stubbornly just from rubbing against the inside of her shirt. Bethany does not own any bras. Heck- all the clothes she wears she shares with Jack, so they are all men's clothing. The two have a bit of an odd relationship- they sleep in the same bed and share the same clothes but they have never had sex or dated or anything. She does like being hugged and likes to surprise him with kisses though.

By day 4 her breasts were actually noticeably swollen even through her shirt- their actual size increased, even her nipples looked a big larger, which generally isn't something that would normally happen. Even if you gain weight and your tits enlarge; the nipple doesn't change. Jack swapped her diet to almost entirely leafy greens- claiming it was also prescribed by the therapist. But Bethany wanted to eat what HE was eating, pouting at him from across the table, but Jack was unmoved. By the end of day 4 her areola and nipples darkened, turning from pale pink to a diffused red, and the skin on her breasts blushed pink instead under the pressure of rapid growth. Her breasts looked a bit unnaturally round at the moment, just because they are so tight; the skin having a hard time keeping up with their internal bloating.

The next day she went to put on a new shirt and groaned at how it could no longer cover her midriff! Her breasts are so large her nipples tent the fabric perpetually and her tits take so much fabric for themselves that the shirt is held up and off her- exposing her tummy. She tried several times to tug the shirt down to cover her midriff but her breasts prang back into place and pulled the fabric back the moment she let go.

Jack was getting dressed on the other side of the bed and cocked an eyebrow, pointing to her shirt when he looked at her. "Uh, you... need to express first."

"Huh?" She tried to follow what he was pointing to but her boobs blocked the view. She lifted them up to try and look down her front and as soon as they angled upward she immediately seen the large wet spots!! "AAH! W-w-why am I lactating?!"

Jack shrugged. "Hormonal changes I guess? You can trigger the hormonal signals that cause lactation without ever actually being pregnant. Here, scoot to the kitchen, I will help you."

Bethany was too baffled by the situation to question why he had numerous milk bottles in their kitchen ready to go already to contain the milk. A funnel was placed at the mouth of the bottles to catch it- since each nipples expresses numerous tiny streams of milk and not all directly perfectly forward. She rolled her shirt up and used her large boobs to help hold the shirt up and out of the way while Jack stood behind her. She faced the bottle and arched her back a bit, sort-of aiming herself at the bottle. Jack stood right up against her making her blush, then reached around to cup her breasts around her sides, gently massaging the flesh forward before his grip slid to the base of her nipples and started to milk her, one boob and then the other. Back and forth rhythmically. His touch on her nipples was faintly pleasurable, tugging on them felt even better- but the flow of milk erupting from them caused an electrical pleasure as it shoved up past the pleasure receptors from the inside- tickling her in a place she could never touch otherwise!

Bethany did not even notice herself changing again; her eyes were closed and she just hummed in pleasure enjoying the feeling of being milked. Her nipples looked like they were fully erect when Jack first tugged on them- but they were soft. When he manipulated them- THEN they started to erect, swelling beyond normal human sizes. As the milk flow surged forward the weight in her breasts shifted closer to the nipples as well, and pressure built in the fronts as her areola started to swell up and out into a half-sphere of their own. She developed a milk reservoir... something humans do not normally have. Human tits are not really meant to STORE milk for any length of time, but hers now do, allowing her to produce a much larger amount than a human should.

Jack noticed for the rest of the day that she looked quite happy. Good, the therapy is doing its job. Slowly- but they will get there. Jack almost thought she needed another milking by the end of day 5 but also noted her breasts sat heavily on her- they are not overly firm. They are not filling yet- they are growing; their actual size is enlarging. The round bottoms started to slowly roll over more of her torso, maintaining the gradual upper slope of their tear-drop shape. Past her ribs, touching her upper midriff, putting her belly button in their shadow.

Her shirt was getting overfull by now. It drew up as her breasts took more and more fabric, pulling it away from her actual torso and up from lack of space, but then her breasts squashed against the front and started to yank it back down on their own! The lower edge of her shirt caught on the round bottoms preventing her tits from popping out on their own, but also stretching the shirt down and out. Her overly fat nipples were bent sideways against the tight fabric. Unfortunately all her clothes are the same as Jack's and he has nothing that will fit THOSE. When he helped her get out of her top to go to bed she had to shimmy her tits back and forth to get them out! When he lifted the shirt- he also lifted her boobs with it because they are pressed too firmly into the fabric. Jack did not point out the two moles that appeared on her lower chest below her breasts... because he knew they are not actually moles.

Day 6 dawned and Jack gently rocked her shoulder to wake her up as he sat up on the edge of the other side of the bed. After a few moments she flailed her arms up a bit as if trying to reach for something. She lifted her legs and tried to grab her knees but failed.

"Jaaaack, help moo!"

He looked at her confused a moment, both because she said 'moo' instead of 'me' by accident and didn't even realize- but also confused as to what she needed help with. Turns out her tits are at overfull state- even with their enlarged size and storage capacity she was fit to burst. That also made them far too heavy for her to get up. She is pinned to the bed by her own tits! She slept on her back and now her full breasts felt like a sandbag on top of her.

Once he sat her up she was able to stand the rest of the way on her own. She huffed with effort when she got to her feet- her heavy breasts swinging and colliding with one another as she got up, knocking stray beads of milk free from her over engorged nipples. Each nipple was the size of a human thumb now! Those are teats; they too have a bit of storage space to saturate their mass with backed up milk, though that also means she can express some on accident easier.

He milked her in the kitchen and she hummed in pleasure again. "Mmmm~ muh...mummm oo-ooh. Muh-ooo..."

From behind her Jack also noticed her ears are now pointed. The cartilage is thinner and they are more dish-shaped. The bottoms are starting to compress and you can occasionally see the flinching of new muscle in their base. He noticed she looked quite happy today as well, and did not complain about being bored now. She had a few games that he taught her how to use, but she only touched them once the whole day, seeming content to just laze around most of the time. Her eyes were not wide today like before- she was always half-lidded. He caught her touching herself several times without even realizing she was doing it- but on closer examination Jack also noticed she was not touching her breasts- she was fondling the area under them. The mole-like nubs swelled and stiffened, projecting further and further as they became nipples. She tugged on them and moaned- sometimes lowing softly as they grew larger and then the area below started to swell into small breasts. At dinner she ate almost twice as much as she had been, now eager to eat her greens, and not even using much salad dressing.

Jack pointed at her with his fork between bites. "So, I noticed you saying moo sometimes, randomly?"

"Huh? Oh. Really? I m-muhst have been daydreaming. In that audio I listen to while I sleep there is a cow sound every so often. I have heard it so m-many times that I guess I mock it without even realizing. I listen to it for much longer I might have the entire recording just embedded in moo head permanently, heh."

He did not point out that she has four breasts now- and Bethany herself seems oblivious. I mean; she clearly knows they are there, she was fondling them all day. But it hasn't clicked in her brain that they were not there before- having them is not normal. Her shirt also does nothing to cover them. She has to stuff her boobs into the shirt one at a time to get the shirt on at all- there is absolutely no space for a second set, they are only 3/4ths covered by the fat tit flesh of the other tits above them.

That night he was actually woken up by her making quiet, breathy moos in her sleep- sounding a bit distressed. She is having problems breathing! Jack rolled over and sat up for a moment to lift the blanket and nudged her huge boobs off either side of her chest so she could breathe properly! Her new breasts have now grown as large as the original breasts were and the combined weight was pushing on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She really needs to not sleep on her back now. They are large enough to roll to the sides of her chest, and the original boobs are so large they fully rest around her arms beside her. The skin color has changed too. They are not just blushing pink when they are full- the actual skin color is now candy pink. Her areola coloration also have a soft fade to the pink flesh even though the areola themselves have a very definitive edge thanks to how they project out now.

When she woke up she grunts and rolls herself over, making a clapping sound as her four tits slap back together in front of her when she is on her side, before she rolls off the bed onto her hands and knees to fully get up onto her feet without needing to rely on Jack.

Jack is already at her side, knowing she needs to be milked desperately again, but she looks very confused as she hefts her bottom breasts- which also lifts the top ones. "Something muhm...moo?"

"Uh... what?"

"Huh? Oh. Muh breasts... something feels different."

"What? They are full- that is normal."

"Yea but... but something... I don't know. Just m-muhlk me for now!" She turned toward him so abruptly she accidentally slapped him with her four teats, underestimating the reach of her tits... and her height.

Beth is a full foot taller than him, maybe a bit more now. That puts her top boobs on-level with his face! She doesn't LOOK taller, because it wasn't just height- her entire body is larger, so it isn't till she stands beside something that you notice she is unnaturally large. The thing she is probably noticing about her breasts is that the bottom now perfectly match the top- except the coloration of the areola. The bottom set have the exact same coloration on the breast as they do the nipple, but otherwise are now identical to her originals in their increased size. The originals seem to have grown too but it's very difficult to notice because her entire body is now larger, and they kept their increased size in comparison to her body, making them look like they have barely changed, when in fact their size increase is actually pretty big- because they would look smaller if they hadn't grown.

When Jack milked her today- she was mooing a strange melody, deliberately. She was not lowing like a cow- she is literally saying the word 'moo' to the made-up song in her head. That was a little odd on its own, but Jack noticed her voice cracked in reverse several times while doing this- hitting a pitch lower than she should be able to produce at all, then returning to her normal pitch on the next one. She is mooing deliberately, but they are degrading into actually lowing without her realizing. She did not even put a shirt on today after her milking- even her pants now fit a bit uncomfortably tight. She could only get half of two breasts into her shirt at most and none of the lower ones, so it was sort of pointless to even try.

Beth did not play any games today or complain that she was bored. She wandered out into the sun and over to the cows in the field to lay with them, giggling occasionally from a cow licking her or nudging her with its cool nose to get her to pet it. Her brain is becoming simplified. Her conscious thoughts becoming distanced, so she cannot put together a train of thought. She just has ideas randomly that never really go anywhere. Her ears are leaf shaped now and can move around on their own- another change entirely unnoticed by her. Beth is so preoccupied having fun with the cows that she does not notice a cow tail growing from her own rump. Her hip bones start to look a bit sharp and her tail bone nudges itself a bit longer in tiny pulses. A chubby cone, then a flesh noodle, then a long rope that erupts abruptly into a tassel. Her tail flicks wildly from the sensation of the hair growing rapidly from its end, and that calls her immediate attention.

She stood up and rushed inside, though almost fell on her face underestimating the weight of her four pack of boobs, bowing forward heavily as they wobble and collide with one another under her chest.

She burst in through the front door- her head just barely clearing the top of the doorframe. "Jack, I have a tail!!"

Jack glanced at it and chuckled as he got up from the couch. "I can see that. It looks cute on you Beth."

"But... but I have auhmm... a tail! That isn't norm-moouhl!"

"Sure it is. You are supposed to have a tail, why wouldn't it be normal?"

Her ears flicked down in confusion. "B-but... what? I didn't m-muh- I didn't have a tail before! It just grew!"

"Well, the therapy is working then, just let it do its thing, and you will be back in shape in no time."

Her brows furrowed at that, and her ears pulled back rather than down, in anger. "The therapy?! W-what is it d-dnngh nnOOOOUUHing to me? People don't change! A-and I..." Jack went over to her and started to pet her head to try and calm her down- though he had to reach up high. "And I feel not... brain? Not full of thought... dumb! I feel so empty brained..."

"Aww, it's okay girl. Just let me do the thinking and I will take care of you. Me and the therapy will help you get sorted out- but it's going to be confusing and awkward getting there. You are confused now, but the treatment should sort you out soon."

Jack moved his hands lower to where he could easily reach, petting the sides of her breasts. "Hnnn...mm-mmmuh?"

Beth leaned forward slowly so he could better reach her boobs... they are already full! Not full enough to start leaking, but still full. She needs to be milked twice daily now. The feeling of him petting her supple flesh caused her remaining thoughts to drift too far away from one another for her to form a completed sentence and her eyes became heavy-lidded again and she just hummed and lowed softly as he lead her back to the kitchen to milk again.

Jack has to stand beside her now. She is so large that if he stood behind her- she would need to bow forward so far to aim at the bottle that her butt would shove him too far back to reach her wobbling teats! It takes as long to milk her as it would one of the actual dairy cows, but her transforming is causing her hormone balances to go berserk at the moment, so she refills her supply faster than the actual cows do!

Beth has another bit of a panic later the day too- or the exact same confusion, just repeated. Her devolving mind caused her to forget the previous conversation and panic about her simplifying mind again- till Jack reminded her of the conversation and she calmed again. Toward the end of the day she stumbles over her own feet on two different occasions- her nails now black and enlarging, deforming the ends of her toes to make room, which is causing her balance to be off-kilter. He does not want to point out the change at risk of causing her to panic again. Her large toe nail has become soft rather than follow the changes the others are going through- because a cow only has four digits, the big toe is no longer needed.

Jack had a hard time sleeping that night because she was once again groaning and lowing in her sleep softly in drowsy distress. She is lying on her side though- so her boobs are not trying to suffocate her again. She is facing Jack's side of the bed, which causes the entire mattress to sag into the middle under their weight. Both she and Jack are lightly pressed up against either side of the breast cluster because that is how the bed slopes. Her can hear a dull click or hollow, muffled pop coming from her feet and deduces that is the source of her discomfort. He cannot do anything about that though. Her feet are devolving in her sleep, slowly.

The next day they got up; Beth rolled off like before but when she tried to stand her feet could not get traction on the floor! Her toes do not touch the floor- the devolving nails do, which are hard and smooth so they do not grip the wood!

"Ah! J-Jack moo-m-mouuy feet! Changing! Why body change? Transformmm-mMMMOOUH...not, norm-mmmal." Her voice dipped thunderously low on that moo- and she was not expecting it so she winded herself in the process.

He dashed around the bed to help her up. "I know, but it is to help you. Just let the therapy do its work. Everything will be fine in the end, just trust me."

Beth looked at her fingers wide-eyed as he helped her up. Her middle two fingers are huge, and the nails like tiny hoof segments now! The outer two were enlarged as well, and her entire hand was very long and stiff- causing her thumb to be left behind some distance from her fingers, making it functionally useless.

"N-nuuuh, not... need hands!"

"I can look after you, you don't need to look after yourself, so you don't need hands. This is how they should look, Bess."

"Nuuh, moo change, look... something else."

"Like what? What do you think they should look like?"

"M-muh? Mmmmoooo... think... nnngh, why am moo so... dumb? Bess cannot... remember?" She furrowed her brow a moment, tilting her head. "Beth."

"Yes, Bess is your name."

"N-nuh, Beth, not Bess."

Jack sighed. "No, your name is Bess... remember?"

She gawked at him for a half minute, lost in thought. Beth and Bess are so similar, she actually could not remember which is her actual name. She also cannot remember what her hands are supposed to look like. They are changing so she is aware that there is something wrong with their shape but cannot remember them being anything else. She flinched forward after a minute, broken out of her concentration from a tickling pleasure as a few rapid-fire droplets of milk forced their way out of all four of her teats. She is too full, she is going to pop if Jack does not milk her immediately. Veins are actually visible toward the base of all four breasts, bulging out of the surface slightly. Compared to Jack each of her boobs is the size of a small beach ball squashed oblong.

He tried to lead her to the kitchen but she stumbled and fell to all fours again. Her forming hooves clacked loudly on the wood floor but then the bones in her hands and feet started to click and pop in rapid fire as they devolved fully into cloven hooves! Her big toe and thumbs vanished- the nail softening into the flesh, and then the bone regressing till all that was left is a bubble of excess skin, and then nothing at all. Her outer two digits regressed in length and could not keep up with the central two when the foot and hand finally grew to its full length- the bones fusing into a cannon bone. The outer two lagged behind and were drawn closer together behind the other two- becoming the dew claws.

Now she cannot look after herself at all, even if she wanted to. Without hands Bess is forced to rely on Jack for everything. She eats her meals herself- but only after he prepares it and puts it in a huge bowl for her. She is ravenous now- eating five times as much as she normally would to fill herself. Bess went out afterwards to be with the cows. The warm sun felt good on her, and the cows liked to dote on her, as if knowing she must be confused and in need to cheering up. She found herself spacing out for long periods of time, no thoughts at all, just smiling or giggling randomly while doing nothing at all, just hanging with the cows.

She returned late afternoon with her ears tucked back, dirt scuffs on several parts of her body. "J-Jack... Bess get m-mooossy..."

She is terribly awkward on her new hooves so she fell several times while out in the fields, getting dirt all over herself, but she also doesn't have hands to clean it off again. Jack just smiles at her and helps her get her pants off. They barely fit at this point so she has to shuffle her legs back and forth while he yanks on them to even get them off. Bess unintentionally swats him in the face several times with her tail while squirming. Jack has to help hold her upright to make sure she does not slip- her hooves are a narrower surface to balance on and lack the traction bare skin had on the hard floor. He had to bathe her, which meant he also had to get naked to hop into the shower with her and wash her off. Her well-insulated tits catch sweat in the four-way cleavage, so he had to fondle her fleshy globes quite a bit to make sure each of the four was cleaned on all sides. Each one weighed as much as a medicine ball... which means her spine must have started to change too- because her bones shouldn't be able to hold that up.

Bess has a hard time worrying about her shifting form for long, because she cannot remember it being anything but. It feels perfectly normal to be like this even though she knows it transformed, so it couldn't have been like this before. How long was she going to stay transformed? Why does the therapy involve changing her physical body? And why did no one tell her this was going to happen, if this was the expected result?

Her thoughts broke and drifted apart again the moment Jack started to dry her afterwards. Patting her wobbly tits with the towel to dry them off, causing them to collide with one another. He dried her hair partially, then worked his way down her body, then returned to the top to try and fully dry her hair, but when he stood up straight to reach- she knelt down and kissed him, smiling at the surprised look on his face. Her own expression turned to a more serious look for a moment and her heart started to flutter, and then she came in for a second kiss- this time leaning into it. This wasn't a quick playful smooch this time. All his fondling of her bits have turned her on too much for her to hold back. She wants her bull.

Jack held her hands loosely and backed up awkwardly back toward the bed while they maintained their kiss. They both hummed in surprise and pulled back abruptly, a gargantuan tongue flopping out from behind their mouths and then quickly slithering back into hers! Her tongue grew to the size of a cows mid-kiss, and almost choked Jack! Even fully retracted it barely fit into her mouth now- it felt like a giant wad of soft gum resting in her mouth at all times!

"Ah, I- I so thorry! I didn-nnoooot mean tuh!" She was even harder to understand now, because she is half-talking and half-lowing around a grossly oversized tongue.

"Heh, it's fine girl."

When her embarrassment burned down, her lust hit her like a wave again and she mashed her four giant tits into him, shoving him back onto the bed and then immediately climbing over him. Her tail was flicking around randomly, energetically behind her as she undid his pants and pulled out his erect member. In her enlarged state- she can completely cover his entire penis with one hand, and he isn't small. Her pussy easily devoured him, mashing her plush, engorged mons into his crotch. She started just rocking her hips back and forth- using their angle to slide on and off his shaft, angling it so the base of his cock tugs up on her vaginal passage- toward her clit. She was on her knees on either side of his hips while riding him, so Jack had an exquisite view of the fat, round lower hemisphere of all four of her breasts, and the long, chubby teats flopping even more aggressively off their ends. When she started to actually bounce on him her breasts started to really jiggle. When Bess comes down; her top breasts *plap* against the bottom breasts which slap a bit more aggressively against her upper midriff- the impact causing the top two to bounce slightly back off of them. She then lifts back up before they have a chance to settle and all four breasts lift up slightly to repeat the rhythm again and again. They slap together with such a fast and consistent rhythm it almost sounds like someone playing 'patty-cake'.

Her moans blend with lows already, but as she works them both up her sounds degrade to lows and grunts. She bows forward to catch herself on her front hooves- absolutely burying Jack's entire torso under her cascade of boobs. She squirms a moment and her vertebrae enlarge, a bone procession rising out making her spine very visible from the surface! Her skin then thickens and the muscle on her upper back swell to once again hide it, but also give her a bit of a hunched back. The bed springs grind together as her weight increases- her entire body enlarging again! Her shins shorten and her thighs expand, but become flatter at the same rate they become wider, making them shaped like triangular plates! Her hips pop abruptly with a loud, hollow pop that echoes in the room! Her pelvis is very sharp and angular looking now, the two highest points jutting out stretch the skin to the sides so far that her anus is now hidden under the base of her tail in a deep pocket. Her joints shifted, to be quadruped! Her shoulder blades groaned and then popped as they grew and then shifted forward, giving the illusion that her arms were now longer without actually changing their size. In her ravenously horny state her mind only focused on one change though- her pussy yawning open wider than before. Jack's penis was now so small compared to her and her now leaf-shaped bovine vulva that it felt like trying to masturbate using only your pinky finger. Doesn't really work. Hotdog in a hallway.

She lifted up off him, still connected by a thin trail of their combined lube before turning around- almost stumbling and falling on him, before pointing her enlarged rump at his face and deliberately sitting on him! She mashed her huge pussy into his face and parted it over his nose and mouth- if she sits back hard enough she might be able to stuff his entire head into her, but then he wouldn't be able to breathe. She seen his twitching cock all by its lonesome and licked her lips with her now massive tongue before kneeling down and sucking on it eagerly, once again mashing her quad-tits into his torso and smothering the entire thing.

Against his face Jack could feel the muscles in her groin tremble and vibrate from the pleasure he was causing, her tail curled under his head patting its tassel against his back as if to encourage him. She pushed her face to the base of his dick, leaning forward to her nose was in his ballsack, smiling with his dick in her mouth when his balls draw in and hug the bridge of her nose before she slides back up. Her breathing deepened and became more rapid- her breathes enlarging as his nostrils flared bigger! The pink coloration of her lips started to spread up to connect the end of her nose! She groaned as two bubbles of keratin formed over her temples, hardening the skin to a bone-like state before lifting up and out into two short horns!

Bess was so distracted from the bombardment of feelings in her own body that Jack's orgasm caught her by surprise and she leaned in harder and hungrily swallowed down the cum he erupted over her huge tongue. She popped off with a satisfied sigh after and then a thunderously deep lowing, but sitting up mashed her pussy into Jack's face, and he brought her to an orgasm quickly after as a result! He had to close his eyes as she absolutely blasted him with pussy lube, and she could not lift up off him at all because the climax drained all the strength from her leg muscles! She mooed rapidly as the orgasm washed over her, getting louder as the waves of pleasure stacked, till she finally lowed again at full volume and then collapsed off of him to their side, which caused the entire bed to shift! Her dropping off him to the side broke both legs off the left side of the bed!

She was confused and worried about her changes but the pleasure made her reaaaal dumb. She could not concentrate on anything, so all she was left to do was fade to sleep in the afterglow of orgasm. Bess was deep in sleep so Jack never bothered to get her up to move her, and ended up just sleeping like that the night with her. The bed is broken so in order for Jack to sleep on his side of the bed he is half-leaned against her body. He had his head up on the pillows though- she fell asleep backwards with her head at the foot of the bed. One leg was off the bed entirely and the other was bent up against the wall at the head of the bed- because her body is too large to fit entirely on the bed at all.

Because she fell asleep early, Bess partially woke up in the night and tried to go to the bathroom, but could not stand. Her limbs are locked in a quadruped stance, preventing her from walking on two legs. She can sort-of balance on two legs if she leans against something for help, but she definitely cannot walk like that. She walks to the bathroom feeling her heavy boobs swing like wrecking balls under her, slapping and bouncing off one another erratically. They feel full already but she does not want to wake Jack up. She will need to be milked immediately when she wakes up. Bess cannot figure out how to sit properly on the toilet... so she just backs up over it and goes like that, without sitting in the first place.

Bess has to squirm to get anywhere in the house and bends against the wall in the bathroom to even fit. It is a small bathroom to begin with, and she is very, very large now. On her way back to bed she notices the recording playing and turns it off. She forgot that was part of the therapy. She has heard it so many times and gotten so used to it that she doesn't notice it playing at all normally. Bess stares into the darkness of the room, trying her hardest to connect the dots in her head. She is trying to think of something... what is it? Now why did she want to think about it? Her brain runs so slow, and lets go of things so easily. Therapy. Don't listen to the recording- its doing something to her. She is changing and doesn't know why, into what, or for how long. They never told her about this part- they whispered things to one another about it. She wants to trust Jack but he isn't telling her the full story, either. That doctor is doing something to her.

The next morning Jack once again nudged her awake. Bess tried to stand up off the bed without doing her little barrel-roll trick and the other two legs snapped off, the bed slamming flat against the floor.

Jack chuckled. "Welp... at least it's even again."

"Ouuuuh. Sourry. Bess not... right."

"Oh, you're fine. The therapy is doing wonders for you. Everything will be back to normal soon."

"Nuuh! Therapy change Bess, doOOOoing soooumthing! Not humooo- huhm- moon. Humun."

"Well of course not- Bess, you are a cow."

She froze for a moment as the gears in her head slowly turned. "Muh?"

"You are a cow, you've always been a cow. The therapy is just helping you admit it."

"NUH! Bess is... is... womoooon? Humoon."

Jack sighed. "You'll see."

She grunt loudly as he left the room. He is doing repairs in the attic today- he won't be out and about. Bess needs to get away from him, flee the ranch for now to try and regain some of her humanity back before this 'therapy' brainwashes her and devolves her into a beast! Jack thinks she is part of their livestock?! She wants to trust him but obviously cannot right now. The doctor must have brainwashed him into thinking wrong thoughts too.

Bess struggled by herself to try and get some human clothing on. She needed to be milked badly but knew she was running out of time to escape her barnyard fate. She shoved her head through a shirt then stomped the shirt to the floor under a hoof to stretch it open as she squirmed and shoved her body forward trying to compress her boobs into the shirt before letting it snap back into place. The shirt barely covered the areola on her top breasts, compressing the tit flesh in so far the bottoms looked like a muffin top. There was no fabric left for her lower two breasts so there was no way for her to contain those. Getting her pants on was a real struggle too, and she could not pull them all the way up because her hips are too big and also her tail would get strangled under the fabric even if she did pull it that far.

The floorboards of the house groaned loudly as she lumbered through it- trying to be sneaky but really not at all. Luckily Jack never expected her to try and run away from him, so even though he heard her moving around downstairs he did not react to it. She can go wherever she wants, she isn't a prisoner.

She groaned as she wandered slowly across the field. Bess is going to hop the fence and wander out in the grassy planes where no one will find her and hopefully being away from Jack and those recordings will allow her humanity to fade back in, and repair what the brainwashing as done to her. Moving around at all is difficult- her breasts are huge and since there is four of them; they not only bounce off her front legs when she tries to walk, but they bounce off each other and quickly start moving unpredictably and wobbling all over the damn place scattering beads of milk across the grass like morning dew as she walks.

As Bess approaches the edge of the fields the herd of actual cows hustle to catch up to her! They normally just lay down in a massive group together in the shade of two big oak trees at the edge of the field, but they left their shelter to chase down Bess before she leaves! Bess looked at them confused and several of them let out worried lowing, and the herd closed partially around her, to try and block her from leaving. What?! Are the cows brainwashed too? Why would the cows be trying to stop her?? How would they even understand what is going on?

Bess worriedly tried to push her way through the crowd to get out but they lowered their heads stubbornly and stood their ground, nudging her back and licking her causing her to giggle and pull back to avoid their hot tongues and cool noses. Four swarmed her from the sides and nudged her boobs with their cool moist noses. Bess tried to escape them, knowing what they were looking for but was unable to get away. She cannot stand up to get her breasts out of their reach! Prodding the extremely stretched fabric caused her teats to erect and put the last bit of pressure her shirt could handle. A rip formed from the middle of the bottom and the pressure caused it to instantly explode up the entire front of the shirt, tearing it in half and her flesh billowed out the opening so quickly that it look like yolk falling out of a cracked egg for a moment. All four cows latched onto her breasts, sucking her swollen and already wet teats. Milk erupted into their mouths with virtually no effort since she was already fit to burst.

"N-nuh! S-stop mmm-mmmilk... too goOOod." She let out several strong jets of air from her enlarged nostrils, trying to resist the pleasure but failing utterly. She pulled this way and that, just loosely flopping her breast fat against their faces rather than successfully pulling her breasts out of their mouths. "SoOOuuu guud... nehn-nuuu... pleause... hah...toOUU much... brain... going... numb. Mouuuelting. Bess no dumb. Moo hoomun! Ouuugh... hu...humm-mmmMMM-" She shoot her head, sealing her lips but her lungs wanted to expel air and the muscles in her throat twitched already knowing what sound they wanted to shape it into. "Mmm-m-m-M-MOOUUUH!"

The veins in her neck bulged obscenely and then the muscles started to swell larger, putting pressure on her vertebrae to grow soon or risk being popped apart. The veins in the base of her four breasts inflated to the girth of a finger and then her breasts started to get rounder, fatter, heavier- growing AGAIN! What really made her fearful however is that the flesh from the bottom up seemed to be drawing up and over, between the gaps! It is erasing her cleavage! Her breasts are not just expanding- they are fusing together!! They are turning into a colossal udder!!

"NUH, nut moo, moo nut cow! Moo humoo! H-hum-moOOOOoouh!"

Bess cannot move forward because the cows suckling from her bounty are also forming a wall to prevent her from going anywhere. Using one of her few active brain cells left- Bess backed up to escape that way. It put her back closer toward the barn and Jack, but it would at least get her teats out of their mouths and hopefully stop the mutation of her breasts! She did not get far enough to do anything other than force them to shuffle forward a half-step to keep up. As soon as she tried to back up- another cow mounted her from behind!! The cow obviously lacks the equipment to have sex like that... she is only doing it to pin Bess in place, hooking her front legs around the front of Bess' thighs and pinning her down under its body weight!

Bess's mouth hung open and she let out breathy, delirious half-moos while panting from pleasure overload as her bones groaned and her entire body grew yet again. Her size is expanding to match theirs- and they are as tall as Jack is, except also on all fours and have longer bodies. So they have like six times the body mass, at least. Her pants burst across the back as her hips got still larger, and then they tore down the legs from the top down till what remained of the pants looked like a pile of dish rags. Her sternum ached a moment and then cracked- like someone popping a knuckle. Her ribs then popped in rapid-fire from the bottom up, changing angle and then curvature as they grew, so that her chest expands as far forward as it does to the sides, making it barrel shaped, then the sternum re-fused to the front as the ribs expanded back to meet it. Bess unintentionally let out several deep burps as her guts churned and expanded, her stomach splitting into four separate chambers since bovine are ruminant.

The cows beside her shuffled back every few seconds- as her torso expanded all of the new tissue grew up from her back and sides... so all the old tissue stretched down the length of her expanding body- causing her half-breasts to get drawn further and further down her torso, migrating to their proper placement in the pocket of her crotch. Her large boxy hips are broad enough that her pussy faces straight out off her rump, and her legs only go forward now from her pelvis- so there is a nice empty spot between them for something big to squeeze itself. The expanded flesh gave her neck the wiggle room it needed and the vertebrae started to grow, popping as their sizes did not change perfectly in sync, so they misaligned, popped apart and then clunked back into place when they hit their new size. The flesh on her neck became thick, and several loose, fat folds of flesh formed off its underside, wobbling around as she shook her head and grunt.

Bess' horns grew larger and then her face started to lengthen! Her throat changed enough that her voice stuck at extremely low. Her tongue already made it hard to form human words, but as soon as her entire mouth started to stretch into a new shape she had no chance to speak anything remotely human. Her lips and tongue are a completely different shape, they can't articulate the same way as a human. None of her teeth on the top expanded with her jaw, so as it grew out the front top of her mouth had no teeth at all, the rest grew huge and blocky- the chompers of a herbivore. Her tongue finally fit her mouth again though! Bess' nostrils jet air frantically as they expanded even bigger.

The seams on the arms of her shirt burst, and then groaned and popped open in several other places- each hole quickly expanding till they met in the middle and the shirt ruptured off her body entirely. It looked as though her skin was changing color to black and white splotches, but it was a pelt of dense fur growing on her. It grew in at the same speed everywhere on her body, so it looked like she was just changing color. Her breasts remained candy pink, as are her lips and nose. The insides of her ears are more of a pale, diffused red. The rest is black and white in giant sized splotches. Her limbs are all black except the rear right leg, she has a giant splotch on the left side of her back too. Her tassel is black but the tail itself is white, and her entire face is black but the underside of her jaw and her neck is white. Bess' baby blue eyes darkened as the iris expanded to hide the whites- her eye color turned to deep ocean blue. As her head finished expanding into the massive head of a Holstein- her human hair fell away, as if being forced out by the roots from her head getting too big to allow it room in her taut hide.

The divot between breasts became more and more shallow, till it was just a soft indentation- they had fully transcended to become a massive udder, and Bess lost the last remotely human thing about her. She lowed several times loudly as the other cows finally backed off from her.

"MOOOOooo... mumoo, hum-mum...moo. Grrooah!" She snort loudly in frustration of not being able to speak.

*HUMAN! Why I... why I turning into... a human? Wait.* She looked down at herself in confusion. *I perfectly normal. Why Bess worry for change if no change?*

She retraced her memories trying to put together the puzzle, and then lowered her head and ears when she realized what the problem was. By now Jack was on his way out across the field- wondering what all the loud lowing is about, knowing the cows were trying to tell him something only to find out it was a confused Bess gone rogue.

Bess is a cow, and the therapy helped her admit that. He was not lying. Bess never turned into a cow- this is what she is supposed to look like. Because he lives alone and has the ability to do so- Jack let the cows turn into human women to hang out and have fun with him as a human for a few days, a week tops, and then turn back. He has been going through all his cattle doing this for a long time, they have fun, he has fun, its win-win. The problem came when Lola suggested a romantic dinner sort-of date with Jack, and then started flaunting in front of all the other cows afterwards that she 'seduced' their master. She has the largest udders, so in human form she also has extremely impressive breasts and enjoyed using them to captivate and tease Jack.

So when it came back time for Bess to transform into her human persona- Bethany, she tried to get close to Jack as well, to one-up Lola. She wanted to forget that slut so she deliberately put her life as a cow out of her mind for a while and just immersed herself in her role of a human woman.

Problem is- humans can't really shut their thoughts up. They have a lot of conscious thoughts all the time even when they would proffer not to. Cows do not have that problem. Like most other animals cows rely heavily on unconscious thought and instincts to survive, so they don't really need to think about much, and so they don't. So turning human, they have a hard time recalling things from when they were an animal because they never really thought about those events, they simply lived them. The same is not true for their human selves however- so if they have only faded cow memories but vivid human memories... they can forget, and mistake their own identity.

That is why Jack only transforms them for a week at absolute most before switching cows. But then he broke his arm. At the end of the week when he was going to transform Bess back, he broke his arm and could not do his chores properly- including tending to the rest of the ladies. So Bess immediately insisted he allow her to do it in his place, and he did not really have much of a choice. At that point- he would be fucking over the entire herd by not tending them for two weeks if he did not allow her to do it in his stead. After two weeks she never thought about how she is supposed to be a cow. By the end of the third week; Jack got his cast off, but Bethany no longer remembered who she is supposed to be.

The therapist specialized in transformed animals like her. He suggested the diet and daily routine as well as the audio recording for her to listen to, to slowly ease her back into the right mindset. No one was brainwashing her- she really IS a cow. She had brainwashed HERSELF, they were fixing it! That is why she shares all of Jack's clothing- she isn't supposed to wear clothes in the first place, she isn't his girlfriend, she is his pet! She glanced to Lola and snorted at her, lifting her head in a prideful gesture. Eat it, Lola. Bess is the only cow to actually have sex with their master!

All the confusion settled, Bess returned to the herd and it would be some time before Jack transformed the next lucky lady- and now made a note to only transform them for four or five days tops, just to be careful. If you've got problems with your cattle though- I can recommend a moo therapy.