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"Are you sure this is the right way?" Matt asked as he stared out the window at another moonlit pasture.

"Chill, hun. It's the right way. Place is just a little out of the way, that's all. More privacy that way. Her words," answered Kendra.

"I guess, but it sure isn't convenient," sighed Matt. They had been on the road nearly an hour and half so he was getting rather restless. In more ways than one. "How much longer then?"

"The GPS says nine minutes. So it won’t be that much longer. I hope the long drive hasn’t sapped your interest in doing this,” Kendra asked with a flirtatious wink.

Matt rubbed his girlfriend’s thigh. “Not at all. Why do you think I’m so eager to get there? This woman is a professional dominatrix that comes highly recommended for unforgettable experiences. That’s some high praise. I really want her to push our limits all night long. For what we paid I expect the best.”

“I have a good feeling about this one too. When I talked to the woman on the phone just her voice had me going. This is going to be a special night. For both of us,” Kendra said with a delighted smile. She carefully moved her boyfriend’s hand from her thigh to between her legs where her throbbing arousal radiated heat through her skirt and panties.

“Guess I don’t have to ask you if you’re still looking forward to this. That’s one reason why I love you,” Matt said while his fingers teased Kendra through her clothing layers.

The young couple in their mid-twenties were a well off and reasonably well to do pair with careers that afforded them the luxury of indulging their varied sexual pleasures. Matt and Kendra had been together four years at that point and their outside appearance as upstanding members of society belied their, at times, more devient escapades. Keeping it hidden was part of the fun. Just like exploring their ever shifting kinks which had brought them out to the country in the middle night.

Matt was a good looking Asian man with short dark hair, thin build, proud shoulders, lively brown eyes, cute face, and was taller than average. Having come from a nice dinner in the city he had on dress shoes, pants, a white dress shirt with a white tee underneath along with underwear and a loosened tie. Meanwhile Kendra was shorter with tanned, silky skin, voluminous blonde hair, adorable smile, hazel eyes, fit body, and quiet confidence. From dinner she had on a white short sleeved v-neck blouse with a black pencil skirt, stockings, and heels which she had taken off to drive. The edges of the lace of Kendra’s pushup bra and thong that were visible gave a tantalizing glimpse of what was underneath.

What was really underneath them was a submissive woman and a switch of a man that blew whichever way brought him the most pleasure. That night he thought he felt more confident so hoped that he and the dominatrix could work together somewhat on Kendra. Matt wouldn’t have to wait much longer to ask as they reached their destination. Or rather the start of a long dirt driveway that led to a well-lit and sprawling farm.

“What was her name again? The dom woman? And who actually owns the farm,” Matt asked as they followed the dusty drive.

“A Ms. Jo Carrier. She’s the dom, the owner, and in charge of everything on the property,” replied Kendra.

“Jo Carrier, huh? Does she run this place as a real farm or she just put all this up to keep up appearances for the secret sex dungeon?” Matt joked.

“Beats me. Very nice place either way.” The instructions they had been given had Kendra driving past the impressive, modern farmhouse and towards the barn with a red light on the outside. Which she spied after passing through an unlocked gate.

“If all her clientele are paying the prices we did it’s no wonder this place looks so swanky,” observed Matt.

There were light poles and external lamps bathing much of the radiating farmyard in clear light. So the pair could admire all the picture perfect gardens and well-tended facilities. The only thing absent was any sign of life. Something they expected given the time was rapidly approaching midnight. It did give them concern as Kendra parked their luxury sedan in the red light of their destination barn. There was no sign of their host.

“Well, here we are. Instructions were to stop here and that she’d be here to greet us. I don’t see her though,” Kendra said while turning off the ignition.

“Might have to give or minute, hun. I’m sure we’re in the right place,” Matt told her as he exited the car. “I gotta stretch my legs a little.”

“Not a bad idea,” Kendra agreed. She opened the door, got her heels back on, and after standing took a nice deep breath of the fresh air. “Judging by that stink I think it’s safe to say this might be a functioning farm. That’s the smell of a lot of animals and their, ummm, droppings.”

“It’s a farm so it’s supposed to stink, Kendra. I think it's pretty rustic,” defended Matt who was all smiles.

“Leave it to marketing guys like you to rebrand the stink of animals to something enticing,” Kendra mused with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re just not in touch with rural life. Maybe after tonight that’ll change,” Matt suggested.

“Not likely but anything’s possible, right?” she smirked. Soon her ears pricked up at the sound of something approaching. “Do you hear that? Reminds me of horse hooves.”

Matt heard the same clattering and tried to hone in on it. “Definitely. By the sounds of it a pretty big horse at that. That echo isn’t making it easy to know where it’s coming from.”

“It’s getting closer so we’ll know soon enough.”

Since they couldn’t see this approaching horse they assumed it was coming up from one side or the other of the red light barn. It was as their vision pivoted back to the front that the double barn doors right next to them quickly slid apart. Bathing the pair briefly in a bright light until the shadow of a massive Clydesdale stallion and its rider came into view. It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust. When they did, they saw, saddled atop the horse, a grinning voluptuous woman in a strap leather corset and pointy token witch’s hat that sat crooked on her short, dark, spiky hair.

“You must be my big appointment for the evening. I’m Mistress Jo, your guide to pleasure on my estate,” the woman cordially greeted in a stout yet sultry voice that managed to exude a palpable strength. It had the heart’s of the couple beating faster already. “And this is Hercules, one of my stallions here on my ranch. Don’t worry, he won’t bite. He’s well-trained and softy at heart.”

“Wow, he’s a real big boy,” Matt complimented while Kendra stroked the stallion’s snout. Which the horse enjoyed and leaned into.

“He sure is. Won’t find much bigger boys than him except with one or two of our bulls who are pretty close. I could lie and say we were practicing for a show but truth is,” Jo paused to dismount Hercules. The bounce of her massive breasts were hard for Matt to take his eyes off. “Truth is it makes a great introduction for folks and their first time. Gives people the undeniable impression of who sits on top on my turf. Don’t mistake that for an ego trip. I’ll make sure your needs and wants are tended to from now until you choose to leave. Just like the lovely couple I just finished with. If I remember correctly you’re… Kendra and you’re Matthew?”

“I prefer Matt but yes, that’s us. We prefer no last names just for anonymity,” Matt explained as he shook Jo’s hand.

“I completely understand. Your privacy is paramount here just as much as your pleasure. I’ll be the only person you see tonight so rest assured this remains between us three. Now if you could follow me, I’ll show you to where the magic happens.”

Led by Mistress Jo and trailed by Hercules, Matt and Kendra entered the barn proper. The automatic barn doors slid shut behind them leaving them in the amber glow of overhead lights. Inside was clean and organized with stalls lining the walls to the left and right. Perhaps due to the late hour but they couldn’t see any animals in any of the stalls. It certainly smelled of animals with Kendra having to cover her nose.

“You’ve got a very nice place here. I take it you’ve been doing this a while?” Matt asked out of passing curiosity.

“Quite well, Matt. Thank you for asking. Never a shortage of people these days with money to spend on unique experiences. I always deliver on my promise of an unforgettable time for my guests so repeat customers, including many VIPs, make sure I have a steady cash flow,” Jo cheerfully replied. While a short woman, in her black leather knee-high pumps Jo was just as tall at Matt. The thong she was wearing didn’t cover much so her visibly red inner thighs from the saddle stuck out. At least to Matt’s eye.

“So do you always play the dominant role for your customers, Mistress?” asked Kenda who was more interested in Jo than the property.

“Not always. Sometimes I’m only needed at the start and can be my usual amicable. But in most cases I do find myself in this vaunted position of dominance. Guess that means I do a rather good job of it, huh?” Jo chuckled. “This way, please.”

Mistress Jo directed them to what looked like a stall until they saw it held cellar doors swung open and a staircase. When they were close enough they could see a well-lit, short, finished hallway leading outside the walls of the barn. The sight would have frightened most but Matt and Kendra were thoroughly intrigued.

“And where does this lead? The bordello?” Matt teased.

“Smells like lavender and leather. I love it,” Kendra remarked hotly while stooped over the entrance.

“It’s a new space I've built in that mimics a barn space like this while also being soundproof, heated, air conditioned, and I have a small work table there. You won’t be the first but it still has that new sex dungeon aroma to it,” Jo gloated. “Feel free to head down and I’ll be in after I put Hercules to bed for the night. His girlfriends miss him. You’ll find your room at the end of the hall. I’ll be right back in five minutes tops,” she assured while taking the stallion towards one of the nearby open stalls.

“We can handle that. Ladies first,” Matt invited his girlfriend.

“Such a gentleman,” laughed Kendra, whose excitement had her energized.

They were heading down when a whistle from Jo stopped them. “I almost forgot. Matt, Kendra, inside that room I take control. I wanted to make sure you’re aware of that. Enter at your leisure.”

“Understood,” Matt said with a joking salute before Kendra tugged him down by his shirt.

“Come on, lover. Let’s check out our digs for the night,” Kendra urged her boyfriend. Once she coaxed him down she took the chance to kiss him deeply. Not letting go until both had further stoked their arousal.

The tunnel was lit by gilded sconces and scented by incense. There was blush carpet underfoot right up to an aged oak door covered in floral, pastoral imagery, and the phases of the moon. Kendra ran his fingers over the surface in admiration. Meanwhile Matt had to search to find the doorknob buried in the center; hidden among the circular phases of the moon.

“I would love a wooden door like this in our place. Don’t know where we’d put it,” Kendra admitted while Matt pushed the door open.

“Oh wow. If you like wood you’ll love this,” Matt said as he stood in surprise.

Mistress Jo had undersold the room by saying it mimics a barn. It did in fact look, smell, and feel like it was a centuries old rustic wooden barn plucked from some lonely farmstead. The door opened into the hayloft with real hay and well-worn ropes and pulleys. There was a wooden staircase and railing that creaked with age while remaining solid all the way down. Planks of wood made up the floor and walls with simulated sunlight coming through the cracks formed by decades of rainfall. There were tools, straps, stalls, more hay bales, and a wooden table that was set in the far corner of the room under the loft. The table was covered in varied labeled glass bottles and jars along with a small piece of black hand luggage. That and the cushioned stool next to the table were the only modern touches to the otherwise pristine rustic replica.

“This is remarkable,” Matt said as he continued to take it all in.

“So realistic! Smells more like a farm than the farm outside,” remarked Kendra without being facetious. Just like her boyfriend, Kendra had briefly forgotten about why they were there.

“I see my pets tonight like their accommodations. I don't blame you for staring. I do the same from time to time,” confessed Jo with a bawdy, colorful voice. She was already at the bottom of the stairs when the couple heard her.

“I gotta ask, how much did this cost?” Matt queried as their host sauntered up to them.

“Silly man. You’re under Mistress Jo’s roof now and shall only ever address me as either ‘Mistress’ or Mistress Jo’ down here. So let’s try that question again, shall we?” Jo invited Matt while staring him down.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Matt apologized with a sly smile to his girlfriend. “Mistress Jo, this amazing place must have had quite the price tag. May I ask what it was, Mistress?” he entreated Jo in a respectful tone.

“I don’t kiss and tell, Matt, but I parted with close to seven figures to get the details just how I wanted them. Not a penny wasted. I can even change the time of day, season, and climate the room experiences which is a handy little feature. Though for tonight I was going to mirror the warm night we’re having outside. I’m going to go tend to that and grab some things,” Jo explained before walking over to the back table.

“Do you need us to remove our clothes, Mistress?” Kendra asked hopefully.

“No, Kendra. They’ll come off in due course but for now you two can stay dressed. If you need to entertain yourselves you two should play with each other. In fact, I demand that you do!” Jo told them with a laugh as she got into character.

“Yes, Mistress,” the pair said in near unison. Causing them to laugh as they turn to each other.

“I see you’re being as submissive as me tonight. Not trying to be obstinate for a change?” Kendra teased while locking lips with her man.

It took Matt time to respond as the pair had their hands squeezing at the other while their mouths kept busy. Finally they pull apart briefly for him to admit, “Dunno. I just fell into the role this time.”

“I’m not complaining. Just… noticing. I love it,” Kendra said between french kisses.

They lost track of time fawning over the other but were pulled back to the moment by the clattering of bronze bells. Wasn’t easy for them but Matt and Kendra pulled away from each other and faced their Mistress. The woman had set her hat aside and applied a dark violet lipstick. Not only that but she had a whip clipped to her waist, a riding crop in one hand and a pair of thick leather collars with shiny cowbells attached.

“So tell me, pets, how much do you know about what to expect here? The conversation I had with you, Kendra, was kept in the vagaries for discretion but I want to know what you know. Lets me understand my new pet’s expectations,” said Jo, using the crop to tilt up the chins of the couple.

“That you provide unforgettable experiences and are an artist in what you do, Mistress,” answered Matt.

“That people know you’re discreet, Mistress. That you know how to be in control, Mistress. That people are puddy in your hands, Mistress,” an eager Kendra rattled off merrily. Though her expression turned to blushing embarrassment as she admitted more than she had told her boyfriend. “That… you’re a witch, Mistress. That you use your witchcraft to create those unforgettable experiences.”

The comment understandably drew Matt’s as well as Jo’s attention. With the latter picking up on Matt’s surprise. “Kendra appears quite well informed. I adore honesty, pet. But it appears your companion here was not as clued in. Is that so, pet?” she asked Matt.

“Yes, Mistress. I wasn’t told about the witch or magic parts. Probably because Kendra knew I’d think it’s…” but Matt hesitated since he didn’t want to offend Mistress Jo so early.

“Yes? Think it’s what, pet? No secrets here. Finish what you were saying,” Jo pointedly asked while tracing hearts on the man’s chest with the riding crop.

Matt couldn’t stop himself getting flush. He sighed but it didn’t help much. “What I was saying was I think witchcraft is just hoaky, make-believe superstition, Mistress. I don’t mean any disrespect, Mistress. It was a stupid thing to think, Mistress,” he professed.

Jo’s eyes narrowed on the man. “Very stupid, pet. But you were honest. That counts for something, Matt. In my experience it’s often the men that have the biggest doubts about what a witch of my stature can do. Dispelling those misconceptions with my wonderful spellwork is one of my favorite pleasures so don’t worry, Matt. I’ll try not to hold it against you,” Jo cooed at the man. Circling him, prodding selectively at his body with her crop, and licking her lips hungrily.

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m happy to learn, Mistress,” he promised.

“You’ll learn whether you wish it or not, pet,” Jo chuckled into his ear. “First you’ll learn by watching, then doing. And as for you, Kendra, you’ll receive my special attention first. I can just see you’re going to be a fun, willing pet for me,” said the mistress as her focus shifted.

“I would love that, Mistress,” a thoroughly submissive Kendra nodded.

“That’s why I like to hear, pet,” Jo purred. “Do you know how this witch uses her power, Kendra?”

“No, Mistress. Only that you do and that you shouldn’t be doubted, Mistress,” Kendra answered dutifully. She was loving this.

“Perfect. Glad to know the secret isn’t out. Now, pets, put on your collars. They’ll stay until we’re done,” insisted Jo as she handed the cowbells off.

“Yes, Mistress,” Matt and Kendra agreed together. Kendra got hers on without issue while she had to help Matt secure his.

Pleased with her pet's submission, Jo motioned with her riding crop for Matt to come to her side. He obliged silently. “Give Kendra some room, Matt. I’ll get her started then you’ll join her. You’ll see, you’ll both see what you paid handsomely for. I call it, ‘heifer’s delight’, pets.”

“Ohhh, sounds wonderful, Mistress,” Kenda thanked. Even if she didn’t know what was coming.

“Sounds… interesting, Mistress. I can’t wait to see what you can do, Mistress,” smiled Matt.

Jo laughed. “You may balk at first but you’ll both be won over, have no doubt. On your knees, Matt. You’ll enjoy the view better,” insisted the Mistress. It took a moment to register but when it did Matt dropped to his knees. Yet before he could say something she handed him her riding crop. “For as long as you hold this, pet, you won’t speak. I won’t have to tell you twice.”

All Matt could do was nod his acceptance while holding the crop with both hands in front of him like he was grateful for the honor. Trading glances with Kendra, the two were excited for the unknown.

Mistress Jo strode up to Kendra fully composed and with a mischievous glint in her eye. Detaching the whip from her hip, Jo keeps it rolled up when she used to rattle Kendra’s cowbell. “Such a supple young body. You must take pride in yourself, Kendra, and it shows. Since you’re my pet and property down here it’s my pride that matters. Lovely as your body is now I like a girl with more curves. You will too, won’t you, Kendra?”

“Yes, Mistress. Whatever you want to do to me, my body is yours,” Kendra invited. Unaware of the depths of the Mistress’s magical machinations. Ones that were set the moment the pair put on their specially enhanced collars.

“Glad you understand, pet. I want to see you looking better fit for our surroundings. We’re not down on my farm just for privacy,” Jo remarked so both could hear. She let out her whip and backed off Kendra slightly. The whip cracked, startling the two guests in the best way possible. “Let’s see you with more meat on those bones, Kendra. I’m sure Matt would enjoy some curves on you too,” announced Jo.

Kendra was coming down from Jo’s crack of the whip and found body shaking lightly of its own accord. A tingling sensation passed over her skin, prickling up goosebumps and causing her to sweat from a growing internal heat. Soon Kendra was panting with a grin from the arousal that seemingly birthed her current state. These feelings had her tugging at her clothing, cupping her breasts, and wanting to finger herself. Such concerns were more pressing than noticing her breasts had swollen a cup size bigger. Or that her hips, ass, and overall person was putting on weight. Matt could hardly believe his own eyes seeing his girlfriend grow such ample curves right in front of him he had to accept that Jo might really be a witch.

“Mistress, oh Mistress, I feel so, so, so… fucking hot! What are you doing to me? Whatever it is, I love it! I fucking love it!” Kendra swooned in the midst of her pleasure.

“I’m adding that meat I talked about, pet. Your clothes have grown tighter and less

comfortable for a reason. A lovely, lovely reason,” replied Jo.

“Oh? Oh! Oh my god! I really am meatier!” gasped Kendra when she gazed down at herself. Her breasts were spilling out of not only her pushup bra but her blouse as well. So rapid was their growth that the clasps of the bra snapped before Kendra could reach her hands back to undo them. This let the perky G cups flop under her shirt where they continued filling out. Her nipples had swollen and elongated too so that they stuck through the thin fabric. Elsewhere her panties and skirt were on her so tight Kendra couldn’t unzip herself free. Not that she minded. “F-F-Fuck! Feels so good. So goooooOOOOOOOOOOD!” Kendra bellowed animalistically when her voice briefly morphed.

The unexpected bellow had Matt mystified while Kendra didn’t catch it. She was too busy enjoying the feelings coursing through her. Sounds of her blouse and skirt straining and ripping in places were also not as important as her sexual arousal was. A crack of the Mistress’s whip was the only thing that could focus the woman. It also slowed the changes to a stop. It took barely five minutes for Kendra to put on fifty pounds of ponderous sexy curves. As well as a more subtle increase in height.

“You’ve got more of yourself to enjoy, pet. Have the adjustments I made to you brought you pleasure, pet?” a wanton Jo asked as she paced about Kendra.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny before, Mistress. This body is so sensitive. So wired for pleasure. It’s different but feels right,” Kendra judged in a quavering voice. “It’s hard to think without it leading to lust. Whatever you did to me is amazing, Mistress. Thank you for this gift, Mistress.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m only getting started on you, pet. You’ve just been given a taste of what that cowbell around your pretty little neck can do when given the right stimuli. There’s more pleasure, more desire, more need, more… meat to be added. I just wanted to savor you in this moment while it lasted,” Jo told the woman as she circled her.

“Then give it to me, Mistress. If there’s more I want it,” Kendra pleaded. Her panties were so damp with lust that it was dripping down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“That’s what I like to hear, pet. The next adjustments will be more drastic but you have no choice in the matter. Enjoy your simple pleasures, pet,” the Mistress urged to the shaky legged Kendra. Jo returned to stand beside Matt. “You won’t doubt what a witch can do after this, Matt. Keep your eyes on her and don’t forget, you’re next,” she whispered to the man.

The Mistress unfurled her whip and cracked it, sending another shiver through her guests. For Kendra the shivering didn’t stop once her senses were collected like they did for Matt. Her body reacted like before at first with her body growing hot and heart racing. The bloating and swelling sensations returned and were enhanced by bleeding into her bones and the rest of her being. In doing so it had Kendra more aroused than ever and weak in the knees.

“I feel a buzz in my bones,” Kendra described through heavy breathing.

“That’s my magic at work, pet. It works to make you more than you were but also less than you were. Only magic can bring that kind of wonder without pain or torment. Pleasures are all that await,” promised the Mistress as played casually with Matt’s hair while he knelt beside her.

Matt had loved watching his girlfriend swell in size to become a much more curvy version of the woman he loved. It definitely had him convinced that Mistress Jo’s witchcraft was no joke. He was interested to see what Jo had in mind for Kendra next. Almost as much as he wanted to see what she’d do to him. If his hands weren’t occupied he would have been stroking his rock hard cock.

The same radiating heat returned to Kendra's curves. It also went through the rest of her, throbbing into her bones and parts of her head in addition to her limbs. She couldn’t keep her hands from traveling over her face, through her hair, fondled her quivering breasts, and rubbed the peculiar bulge around her tailbone. That her nose was wider, her ears elongated, her breasts merging, and that bulge was stretching into a definite tail didn’t bother at first. Kendra was so turned on by the myriad of stimuli that she couldn’t imagine her body was being changed into something more beastial - and bovine.

It was Matt who picked up on Kendra’s nose getting wider and bigger, the nostrils growing while the flesh of the nose darkened. This troubling development was followed by seeing Kendra’s ears stretching outward from her head. The flesh of which had grown thicker with the edges curving in to give Matt his first notion of the bovine resemblance Kendra was taking on.

Matt tried to ask what was happening only to find speech impossible. He simply couldn’t summon the breath or strength to do anything but gasp. A firm tug of his hair that rattled the bell on his collar that stopped Matt trying to speak. He craned his eyes upward to where a smirking Mistress Jo was staring at Kendra’s evolving form.

“I said no speaking, pet. You just kneel, watch, and try to enjoy half as much as she is, pet Matt,” Jo to the man under her breath. “Look how she develops, pet. See how much she enjoys it? Do you covet such pleasure, pet? I’m certain you do. Who wouldn’t be? After all, you’re only human,” she added with a slow wink in Matt’s direction.

As the Mistress tantalized Matt they watched Kendra discover first the seven inches and growing of thick, bony, sweaty skinned tail extending over her ponderously large ass subtly spreading ass. It confused her more than anything as she beheld the new appendage. With a little thought she could make it move and that triggered a moan that grew into another partial cow bellow. It took the swelling and shifting weights around her belly to pull Kendra’s attention away. Her blouse was on the verge of tearing down from the bottom of her v-neck on account of her now merged and sagging breasts. Their sagging was so powerful that it dragged them down her torso towards her waist. It was there that another set of breasts complete with nipples had budded up. All that heaving weight was weighing on her outfit to the point of discomfort.

Having not a second thought about it Kendra pulled her dress apart with swollen, fumbling fingers. The sudden drop of the weight and the woman’s weak knees dropped her to knees then hands. Matt worried for a moment after Kendra’s safety and wanted to rise but like his inability to speak he was stuck on his own knees. Thankfully his concerns were dispelled by Kendra’s gleeful bellows as she used her right hand to tug at one of her nipples-turned-teats that had been one of her breasts. They’d further added to newly grown breasts at her waist to give the woman an undeniable cow’s udder. One that swayed and bulged with a filling liquid weight. The waist of her skirt popped open and her panties rode back.

Kendra was managing squirts of milk when the Mistress cracked the whip again. This time it made Kendra bellow happily and Matt at the verge of a confused orgasm. His girlfriend was being turned into an animal before his very eyes and yet her complete satisfaction with this state was infectious. So Matt heaved and tried to keep his wits as Mistress Jo approached Kendra with a strut in her step.

“How do you feel, pet? Tell your mistress how you like my adjustments to your flesh?” the Mistress asked of the mix of cow and Kendra. Letting her whip trail behind her as she went.

It took Kendra a little longer to catch her breath before she could answer. “I feel amazing, M-M-Mistress. Mooo!” Kendra playfully bellowed. Adding a wag of her rump and tail. She’d gained more weight, more size, and seen the beginnings of her hands and feet becoming hooves. She had bulbous fingers on either hand and darkened bits of solid hoof were poking from her heels. Mistress Jo kicked off the shoes as she circled Kendra yet again. “Things feel a whole lot bigger but fuck if it’s not turning me on like crazy. I think I might have ruined my top,” she admitted.

“You can always buy another, my pet. Pleasure through transformation is a far rare treat to be savored. I take it you feel no pain or discomfort, pet?” Jo asked.

“None at all, Mistress. It all felt so good as it happened that I’m somewhat disappointed we stopped,” remarked Kendra with flushed cheeks.

“I know, pet. You want those lovely sensations to continue and keep turning into a lovely heifer. Your body has taken to the changes wonderfully so far. I just had to take some time to drink them in. Your boyfriend appreciates it too. Just look at him over there, not sure if he should be afraid or jealous,” surmised the Mistress from the man’s conflicted body language.

Kendra turned her head, now sporting budding horns and a slight muzzle, and looked right at Matt. “Oh babe, this feels so fucking good! I probably look weird but it all feels so amazing! I never would have thought of this for a, a, a sexual escapade. I’m a fan now. Such a massive fan. With a massive udder, mooooOOOOOOO!” bellowed Kendra after a heated admission.

“Delivered with such fervor! I knew there was a good little cow in you, pet. That tail, those ears, that udder… they fit on you so well. And you’ve still got a long way to go.” Mistress Jo knelt down beside Kendra and was petting the woman like you would an animal. “What do you think is going on inside your boyfriend’s head right now, pet? What’s he thinking?”

“He’s always of two minds so probably that he loves watching me enjoy myself and wants to know what it feels like. He’d maybe try to say otherwise but it would be a lie. He can be silly like that sometimes, Mistress,” Kendra smiled as she leaned back off her hands so she could use both to milk her basketball sized udder.

Matt’s silent embarrassment grew as he listened and all but confirmed his girlfriend’s comments.

“You know your man well, Kendra. He’d be speechless even if he could speak, wouldn’t he, pet?” Jo asked Kendra while trading looks with Matt.

“He would, Mistress. He tries so hard to be a confident man,” Kendra divulged wistfully.

“Oh I know the sort. Big and brash on the exterior, soft and submissive inside,” agreed the Mistress as she stood up again. Tugging Kendra’s ear as she did. “That’s the wonderful thing about my witchcraft; it peels back those layers people like to hide behind and lays them bare as farm animals. That raises a question that’ll make for Kendra’s ears only for the time being.”

Mistress Jo had to only bend a little to find Kendra’s perky bovine left ear. She whispered something that perked the cowgirl’s ears up even further. A knowing smile in her boyfriend’s direction gave Matt the impression she was considering something about him. What that was he was privy to as Kendra whispered an answer back to Mistress Jo that he couldn’t make out. Judging by the belly laughter of the Mistress and her subsequent satisfied grin the dominant one in the room loved what she heard.

“When it’s his turn I’ll do just that. It’s less time he spends denying the truth and the quicker you can get to the added pleasures of your stay here for the next few days, pets,” Mistress Jo announced in a voice that wouldn’t be argued with. The couple had taken the next week off for vacation but had planned to leave in the morning. The change in plans was fine for Kendra while Matt was still human enough to worry at what they had gotten themselves into.

He may not have heard what was said but Matt had an undeniable sense that he would be expected to let Mistress Jo use her magic to change him as well. What he could become had been decided without his input, leaving him helpless in a way that kept his arousal up the whole time. Pre-cum was leaking through his dark work slacks and had Matt wanting to unbuckle his belt to relieve himself. Sadly he still held the Mistress’s riding crop and had to simply feel himself edge closer to a messy climax.

“Let’s let Matt chew on that notion while we see what you would look like further along your journey. I think we’ll all be pleased with the results. Isn’t that right, pets?” Mistress Jo asked the pair while coming back towards the kneeling boyfriend.

“So right, Mistress. I want more, please! More moooo- OOOOOOOOO!” Another playful bellow became a real one when the crack of the Mistress’s whip broke in mid way. Followed by more when she felt her teeth growing to fill an ever expanding skull. A fattening tongue wasn’t far behind as Kendra’s bovine muzzle developed further, taking her nose and human face with it.

While the crack of the whip triggered Kendra’s changes it caused Matt to edge nearer orgasm. Yet he couldn’t reach the tipping point. Some magic of Mistress Jo’s doing no doubt prevented him from proper release. Matt had to kneel there, crop in his open palms, and watch his girlfriend’s body expand into something completely bovine.

“Come on, Kendra. Let’s see you fill some of that figure out,” encouraged Mistress Jo as she took to stroking Matt’s hair once more. “You’re going to love this, pet. Watch how my magic brings about pleasure through change,” she said to the man.

Kendra was too overtaken to hear Mistress Jo’s words as she was experiencing too much of that pleasure to listen. Her head was shifting dramatically in the much same way her arms and legs did. Her hands and feet thickened into cloven feet suitable for supporting a massive weight. The stretching of her arms and legs brought with it wet pops and creaks but was painless as it happened. So was the dramatic transformation of her shoulders and hips into the four legged stance of any cow. Kendra was pushed on all fours and delighted at the comfort and ease with which she could stand.

The barreling of her check and elongating neck kept Kendra out of breath for most of it but not out of spirit. The spreading and shifting of her hips and pelvis had brought her udder up between her legs where it hung more naturally the further her belly and ribs grew. This position shifted her genitals and asshole so that they were exposed fully down the crack of her backside. Matt got to watch her anus pucker into a fatter bovine one while just below her human cunt underwent a dramatic transformation. The labia and vulva swollen, the overall size stretched longer and wider, and her clit protruded; swollen up by a heifer’s instincts and needs.

Matt chewed his lower lip watching and found himself hoping he would be taking on a bull’s form in order to satisfy the needs of Kenda. The thought would have been unapproachable normally but the heat of the moment and the energy in the room had him ready and willing to try a bull’s life. Seeing how much fun Kendra was having left him chewing his lower lip and wondering what it feels like.

“I have a need for a Jersey heifer, pet. A need you’re happy to fill so I know you’ll love a coat of brown and white over that budding young frame of yours. Matt loves the idea too,” Mistress Jo stated unequivocally.

“MOOOOOOOOOOOO! MARROOOOOO!” Kendra, no longer able to speak, bellowed excitedly. She turned her head to look back and just as she figured, Matt was staring at her backside. So she wiggled her tail for him as if to invite him along after her. “MoooOOOOOOooooOOO!”

“Well said, pet. You have his undivided attention,” laughed the Mistress, her hands at her hips.

The curious comments made Matt sweat about what Kendra had said. That and being impressed that the Mistress could understand Kendra still. It meant Kendra was physically getting more bovine but her mind was still human. That alleviated some measure of worry about him losing himself to a bull’s simple instincts.

With cunning that Matt couldn’t believe, Mistress Jo seemingly read his mind. “She’ll be a full heifer in the end but it will still be the woman you fell in love with in there, Matt. Kendra the Jersey heifer is influenced by her body but not enough to sap her will and intelligence. The same will go for you, pet. In due time. What do you think of that?” she asked down to the mute Matt beside her.

Matt was busy watching Kendra’s body bulk up with hundreds of pounds of weight when he heard the question. Without words to answer he had to peer up at the Mistress and express with his face that was needy and submissive with acceptance in his eyes. Mistress Jo felt there was an eagerness too that begged to be targeted with magic. The latter may have been her reading her own needs into it because Matt was happy to wait for the changes. Pleased with what she thought she saw in the man’s eyes, Mistress Jo went back to watching Kendra grow into a proper heifer.

It went on for nearly fifteen minutes but went from just over two hundred pounds after the initial added curves Kendra was nearer to eight hundred. Most of this was taken up by everything below her neck with the shape indistinguishable from any Jersey dairy cow in a field. Most of her was covered in thicker cow hide that was dominated by sandy brown coat with spots and furnishings in a dusty white. Her udder was a heavy, bulging mass under her in need of relief. It only slightly outweighed her need to have a bull breed her. The mental image of which was wired into the body and had tweaked her sexual preferences to mirror her new role as dairy heifer in season.

Her head was the only part of her which still bore some human elements of the woman Kendra had been. Most around her already dulled cow eyes. Some of her brunette hair and human skin was still present enough to give that resemblance for Matt to still be sure it was Kendra. Her skirt had fallen away completely after hanging on partially until Kendra began to take her first steps. Most impressively her thong and stockings which were holding on barely when the crack of the Mistress’s whip had her pets attention.

The changes to Kendra slowed and left her barely five minutes from a complete cow. If she was frustrated with the Mistress stopping again she hid it well. Kendra needed a moment to catch her breath and gather her wits. The time had gone by quickly for her and hadn’t registered just how much she had transformed. She could feel her thong snapped on her left side but the right had slid down around her thigh where to hang currently. Likewise her stockings were stretched to their extent and were held on by a few nylon threads. Moving around freed Kendra of both articles of clothing and gave her a true sense of her new body. Her gurgling belly and aching udder were vivid feelings that were quickly becoming common to the young woman.

“How are you liking your new body, pet? You’ve come along so well. A testament to my leatherworking skills. They set your fates in my hands from the moment you willingly secured them on your lovely necks. You’ll see how Kendra’s stretched to fit that thicker neck of hers without her so much as noticing. This is the sort of quality you two paid top dollar for, my pets,” boasted the Mistress. She crept nearer to Kendra and let the cow turn herself, saving her the trouble walking about. Mistress Jo was gushing in her reaction. Going as far to wrap the whip around herself, catching it and holding firm. The tight leather on her flesh excited the Mistress and fueled a hearty fit of laughter. “Have you caught your breath, pet? Tell us how you’re feeling, Kendra. I’m sure Matt is all ears,” she teased as she encouraged.

“MOoooOOOOOOOO! MOOOOO! Moo marooOOOOooOOO!” came the successive moos along with snorts and huffs. All sounding truly bovine.

Matt did try to understand and with her body language, her backside and raised tail pointed in his direction, that she was just as in need of sexual release as he was. He couldn’t tell that Kendra had orgasmed ten times already from before she was on all fours. Though her excessively wet cunt hadn’t come about without reason. So she was probably horny and asked for a bull. A role he was happy to fill.

“No doubt he will, pet. And don’t worry, you two won’t go unsatisfied. I promise you that, pet. And I won’t make you wait long. Nor will I let you wait there with that full udder without relief, pet. I’ll get on it once your boyfriend has started along his path to join you, Kendra,” the Mistress guaranteed once she’d let her whip unfurl around her. It let Matt think that his hopes of a bullish future were all but confirmed. He only hoped he’d be allowed to cum first.

A crack of her whip again triggered Kendra’s transformation when she had finally gathered herself. It also allowed Matt the release he had been desperately wanting. He moaned and shook as a powerful, draining orgasm that wet the front of his slacks thoroughly. Matt’s shaking was bad enough that he had trouble balancing the riding crop on his sweaty palms. His climax was longer than any he’d ever had and might have drained his balls to nothing as it dragged out to a minute. By then the riding crop was about to slide off and possibly get him in trouble.

“I’ll take that, pet,” the Mistress thanked as she snatched the crop up after rolling up and clipping the whip back on her hip.

With the crop out of his possession Matt’s voice returned to him unexpectedly. “Oh fuck that’s fucking amaz- I can talk again? I can talk again!” he cried out excitedly when the riding crop slapped across his cheek. Leaving a mark.

“You forget your place, pet. Remember yourself around your Mistress or you’ll get another whack,” a kindly Mistress Jo warned.

“I’m sorry, Mistress Jo. I was only surprised to have my voice back, Mistress. I should have been more careful, Mistress,” Matt responded ardently and with a submissively lowered head.

“Much better, pet. I’ve given you your voice so tell me: what do you think of what I’ve done to Kendra? Be as succinct as you can, pet,” the Mistress added on.

Matt tried to gather his wide array of thoughts while Kendra herself was losing those last few bits of her human face. In no time after the whip was raised Kendra had lost the rest of her human hair and skin. What little remained of the woman was blended into the broad face of a happy looking Jersey heifer. With a final weight that was just over a thousand pounds. So much to see and be concise.

“I think you’ve made her a wonderfully happy heifer, Mistress. It also makes me think she will need a bull and a good milking, Mistress,” he answered to the best of his ability. Matt hoped it was to Jo’s liking.

Happy to let the man think and watch, Mistress Jo listened to him while tapping the riding crop tenderly against her own ass. “She’ll get both, my pet. I promise. For her to get that it requires you to go from the audience to the front stage. I want to take in your girlfriend’s final moments, pet. Then it will be your turn.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress. I can’t wait to be that bull she needs, Mistress,” Matt thanked, unable to help getting ahead of things.

Mistress Jo found the comment amusing but said nothing more. Preferring to watch her magic finish its work on Kendra.

The young man didn’t have to be told to know not to speak unless spoken to. He simply joined the Mistress in looking over his girlfriend while knowing in the back of his mind that he would undergo the same treatment. Matt was unaware how similar it would turn out to be.

When the collar’s magic had run its course and the pricking heat of changes steamed off her body Kendra was left with a two year old Jersey heifer’s ample body. A gurgling gut, full udder, and throbbing cunt signaled her sex drunk human brain. Kendra had lost no awareness throughout but her concentration was tugged towards her many bestial urges that were natural products of a body like hers. Throughout it all she’d find more enjoyment, more orgasms, and more sexual pleasure than she thought possible in such extraordinary experience. Now with the body of a proper heifer she found all her urges a simple pleasure in their own ways; some stronger and stranger than others.

Seeing Kendra thrilled with the results of her magic, the Mistress saw herself over into a nearby stall with a closed door. She opened it and pulled out a shiny new, aluminum, automated milking machine. It came with four barrel sized collectors that could handle the milk of four to six dairy cows. Yet it only had enough tubes and milk cups for two heifers at most.

Matt had trouble focusing on his own fate as the sight of Mistress Jo attaching the cups to each of Kendra’s teats. Each one leaking from just that small pressure. The Mistress moved with a deftness at the machines controls that had it on and working with just a few flicked switches and button presses. Kendra mooed her happiest moos as the machine got going. The tubing was quickly filled with her bubbling fresh milk and she was rewarded with sublime relief of her distended udder. The Mistress wisely had a pail of water and another with cow feed ready. She set these down by Kendra’s head and told her to keep still.

“Recover your strength, pet. I’ll have Matt around soon to join you. He will very likely need time to adjust. You turned out beautifully, pet. Couldn't be prouder of how you turned out, Kendra. Cow suits you, pet,” assured Mistress Jo, making Kendra wag her tail and moo in thanks, despite a mouth full of feed.

This brought the Mistress back to Matt. Seeing her unfurl her whip got the man’s blood racing. There was a lot he was tempted to say but he didn’t want to overstep his bounds and earn another hit from the riding crop. There was devilry in Jo’s eyes that Matt took as mere excitement. She stopped just shy of the man where she used the riding crop to tilt his neck up to its limit.

“It’s your turn, pet. You’re in for some unexpected treats. I’m advising you to enjoy the forbidden fruit when it's presented. Don’t shy away from the experience, Matt,” Mistress Jo told Matt.

“I won’t, Mistress,” he promised.

“You say that now but let's do what you say after two cracks of my whip,” challenged the steely eyed Mistress. She didn’t give Matt time to answer as she cracked her whip right over his left shoulder. It jolted Matt up to his feet where the first twitches of the collar’s magic hit him.

The feelings came like those Kendra had experienced with a prickling heat sinking into his skin. He could feel it all over but it came to coalesce between his legs in another stiff, tented erection in his soiled slacks. The throbbing that made it so was an artificial arousal that was just as intoxicating as the real thing to Matt. It was the kind of arousal that should have strained him but rather gave him a joyous smile. He was ready to accept a beefing up of his loins.

“I do love watching guests breaking out of their clothing, pets. It adds quite a lot to the overall act of change. Especially when you ruin such lovely clothes as you two are wearing. What do you think, pet?” she asked brazenly of the quaking man beside her.

“It sounds like a great idea, Mistress. I’ve got plenty of extras at home. It’s just getting home that will be the trouble, Mistress Jo,” Matt remarked respectfully. As he did his balls were overcome by a rapid ballooning in growth that pressed into his thighs and stretched the skin from his taint to his waist.

At a glance he could see the bulge growing in the front of his pants. Matt’s entire face blushed from the sight and grew redder when a strange tingling warmth budded up between his scrotum and puckering anus. He wasn’t sure what it was but it was making things even better. The only discomfort was while his underwear briefly restrained his genitals. Matt solved that with a twist of his hips and waist so he rolled it to one side and let his junk hang free in his slacks.

“Good to hear you agree, pet. With how you’re bulging, Matt, your pants will be the first to go. I wonder if you will be able to keep your hands off your belt and zipper until your body frees itself. Or will you be too overwhelmed with need, strain, or curiosity to not intervene. I won’t have to wait long for the answer, will I, pet?” the Mistress judged.

“I won’t give in to any temptation to put my hands down there, Mistress Jo. These pants weren’t designed to handle a bull like me, Mistress,” Matt chuckled between winces of momentary tightness in his loins. The discomfort offset by the exceptional arousal and good vibrations present everywhere else.

The Mistress snorted with a bout of restrained laughter. “Bull? Who said anything about a bull? I know that’s not what your girlfriend mooed to me earlier,” recalled Mistress Jo.

Puzzled by the Mistress’s statement, Matt paused to feel the bulge in the crotch of his pants. When he was troubled by his scrotum being a single round mass devoid of testes. On top of that his cock could be found lower from where it should and was protruding from the mass. At least three other troubling bumps could also be found when Matt’s hand went searching. He clutched the fleshy growth, it growing to the size of a basketball and making his face turn red with arousal. All the while the growth was getting bigger and heavier, straining his body and mind with what he was actually changing into. Matt’s stomach was gurgling and growing, and instinctively he raised his hand to grab at the slight paunch he now had.

“I think there’s been a mistake, Mistress Jo. A lot doesn’t feel right down there, Mistress. What exactly did Kendra say to you, Mistress? Did she get me in trouble, Mistress?”

“No trouble, pet. She only suggested that you should become a heifer like you. That you’d fight it but love it so I would have to force the issue. I don’t need to force anything on you, do I, pet? You’ll accept whatever your mistress wills. Be that bull or heifer. Today I agree with your girlfriend, pet. You’ll make a lovely lady Holstein within the hour, Matt. Remember, be open to new experiences,” she reminded him while prodding his face with her riding crop as she spoke. Matt’s ears were visibly sticking out more and his nose puffed slightly but it was what was in his pants that concerned him most.

“Whatever you wish, Mistress. It’s just that I thought I would be the, ummm, bull for Kendra. Mistress Jo, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a female cow,” an increasingly alarmed Matt insisted, feeling his clothes getting tighter as he grew fatter.

“There’s that resistance Kendra was talking about. And here I am to ignore it and let things progress the way they are, pet. Don’t doubt my ability to bring out the heifer in you, pet,” the Mistress confidently stated before giving the man some space and herself a better view.

When Matt peered down to see the weighty mass stretching out the crotch of his slacks, its growth had spread up towards his waist as he could spy pink, veiny flesh spilling out from his waist line. With its spreading it brought the growth itself along with four prominent protrusions- one Matt’s former penis- that made it obvious what he was dealing with. Matt just couldn’t bring himself to admit it. He was annoyed that Kendra would ask this to be done to him. Not enough to say anything to her as he kept his shaky attention the uncomfortable changes racking him.

A widening of the young man’s waist, hips, ass, and belly stuck out on his slim frame. They also ensured the tightness of his pants and belt would really nag Matt. He was feeling heavier and thicker as the seconds ticked by, his belly growing enough to block some view of his udder. The swelling of meat on his bones was a pleasant one if not for the unbearable tightness. That temptation he dismissed from the Mistress to remove his pants was all too enticing now. Just a loosening of his belt would make kneeling more comfortable. He hesitated with hands at his belt buckle when he sensed the Mistress staring and judging. Matt looked and there she was.

“You want to take them off, don’t you, pet?” Mistress Jo asked, “You’ve swollen up nicely.”

“I shouldn’t want to, Mistress, but I do. The belt is cutting into my waist and it's very uncomfortable,” Matt said as he had started panting, “I feel… feel so full, swelling up so much.”

“So? Your body will grow through it and those pants of yours. Can you simply not wait, pet? That impatient to see what’s going on down there, pet?” the Mistress gleefully taunted.

“I… I can, Mistress. It’s that and the discomfort. Please, Mistress Jo, I’m sorry for letting you down but I need some relief,” pleaded Matt with his hands trembling over his bloated distended gut. He pressed his hands into it and could feel the softness of his flesh, and the weight of it all as he tried hefting it up.

Mistress Jo feigned thinking the request over just to make Matt as uncomfortable as possible. “Fine, pet. You may give in and undo your belt and pants. But don’t remove them completely, Matt. Down to your knees and no more,” instructed the Mistress.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand, Mistress,” Matt said gratefully.

Quick as could Matt had his belt undone. The leather belt snapped out of his hands as his belly expanded to fill the slim space, making him moan hotly. It’s why Matt found getting the button undone on his pants proved more difficult than getting his belt off. The longer he struggled the more difficult it became. A wriggling at the base of his spine spawned his aching tail which was elongating at a steady rate into his pants. As this new appendage added girth it brought the waistband of the slacks to the breaking point. By the skin of his mushrooming bovine teeth Matt got the button open. He spared no time yanking the zipper down with what strength he could summon in his sexually aroused state. Matt succeeded and once the zipper was open he pulled his pants down to his knees, allowing a massive cow udder spill out onto the floor in front of him, essentially giving him two massive bulges - his udder and belly.

“Holy crap, this thing is huge, Mistress! It’s sensitive and I can hear sloshing. I’d never imagined an udder on me before so this is very overwhelming, Mistress. I feel like I weigh so much. Was this udder and one of these teats once my, my…” but Matt couldn’t bring himself to say it. He knew the answer but wanted Jo to say it.

“You weren’t going to need your manhood anymore so my magic repurposed it, pet. Don’t worry, it was grown in conjunction with all the functioning parts of a heifer’s reproductive system. It’s why you’re thinking about bulls whether you know it or not, pet,” chuckled Mistress Jo, who had no intention of cracking her whip any time soon.

Matt fell silent when he learned what the hot, deep throbbing was under his asshole really was. It of course made sense if he had an udder but he had been too flustered and turned on to notice. Worryingly when he propped his desires there were thoughts of large bulls taking him over and over until Matt was bred. He would moo and moan loudly while they filled him and bred him deep. The vividness of the imagery that accompanied it was scarred onto his mind and would have disgusted him if not for the instinctual lusts a heifer’s hormones effect on him. This was an all too real fantasy which was developing as his transformation did.

“I wasn’t expecting so much, Mistress. That’s my mistake, Mistress,” Matt apologized as he used his strength to get back to his knees from his plumping ass. The weight of his udder and belly hindered him at first only to tip him forward so much he had to use his hands to hold himself up. There for the first time he saw how swollen all his fingers were. As well as a pronounced growth of his nails which had taken on a dark, thick look that brought to mind Kendra’s hooves.

“If you were a man I might hold you more accountability, pet. But you’re simply a silly, dumb cow who didn’t know what she was getting herself into,” the Mistress mocked the transforming man. She saw his ears really sticking out and elongating into that bovine shape that she loved to see. “Despite that failing you are going to be one lovely Holstein, pet. I can see it in your face and from behind, pet,” she observed just as Matt’s pelvis and hips shifted to spread his cheeks more. Exposing the man’s entirely bovine shaped cunt and gaping asshole above it.

As Matt grew more accustomed to his new body’s needs he realized the other urges he had were also bovine. He couldn’t resist taking one of his fat teats in hand and squeezing it, eliciting a moan out of him that verged on a bellow. Almost as shocking was the few squirts of milk that his stroking produced along with a shivering relief he became rapidly intoxicated with. Matt would have kept going but his shifting weight and massively bloated gut deterred him back to not just hands and knees but all fours. This was also when he noticed how swollen his nose had gotten along with most of his facial features. Cheeks were bigger, his ears flopped around when he so much as wiggled his head, fatter lips and tongue, protruding muzzle, bigger teeth, a pair of horns made ever present thanks to a receding hairline.

Matt’s undershirt ripped loudly which was followed by his button down popping off all its buttons one by one right to the collar, exposing soft flesh. His belly and now ribs barreled out, jiggling and weighing him down, making him moan again.

“Mistress, I feel so full… it’s all happening so quickly now I… I… I can barely think straight, Mis-Mis-MoooOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Matt bellowed truly for the first time. An unintentional slip.

“It’s a lot to take in all at once, pet. You should surrender to the magic rather than wonder if I’ll raise my whip again before it’s too late. The end is the end whether it’s sooner or later,” the Mistress mused to Matt. Who was firmly on four legs now. His limbs, toes, and fingers were shifting to take on hefty bovine features. With the hide and hair coming in, hinted towards his Holstein final form.

“I didn’t… plan on being a big, f-fat cooooOOOOOooOOW!” The bellow warped in before he could finish so he was quick to finish, “Plan on being a cow, Mistress. It’s just… so much, Mistress. I’ll… try to bear… the…” But Matt didn’t dare say another word lest the moos escape again. Every time they did it was like his muzzle grew out more and his face sloped more in turn.

“Words are not your foray anymore, my newest heifer. Though it dawns on me, pet, that your old name won't be due for a form like. We’ll need to think of a new one, pet,” Mistress Jo proudly tormented the former man. Matt was trying to gather himself when he heard he’d be getting a new name. He tried to respond but his churning stomachs and constantly widening stance along with his plumping frame delayed him long enough for Mistress Jo to continue her fiendish suggestions. “Mabel isn’t a bad name for a cow like you, pet. Maggie or Tilly or maybe Bessie could do too if we’re being less original. Should be something that suits the ponderous heifer you’ll be. Matilda and Morgan might be the favorites having just crossed my mind.”

A bellow from Kendra had Mistress Jo let out a burst of laughter. Meanwhile Matt’s pants were finally ripped off by his spreading haunches and legs first ripping the legs apart. Then the legs thickened with muscle, bone, and meat enough to tear those to pieces like they had his socks and shoes. Some pieces of his underwear around his right leg was all that remained of Matt’s former clothing. Not counting the collar and cowbell that grew to fit however thick his neck grew. He had been exposed before in previous erotic exploits but never like this.

“Melody it is. Good suggestion, Kendra. Her moos do have a sing-song quality to them,” agree Mistress Jo as she stroked Matt’s wet bovine nose. His transformation had him so stimulated, so conflicted, and so aroused that Matt put what concentration he had left into staying upright. Leaving him open for the Mistress petting his face, head, neck, and then down his sizeable frame. “Look how you’ve come along, Melody. I’d put you at five or six hundred pounds at this stage. That’s a little less than half of what I want out of a Holstein like you, Melody. I’ll make sure you get there, pet.”

Matt felt much heavier than the Mistress’s estimation so the prospect of so much on top of that boggled his overtaxed mind. With his muzzle tugging his mouth, tongue, and face out of proportion more every few seconds he tried to speak despite the risk of it all being senseless moos. He didn’t want his last words to be stubborn when the truth was Matt was loving the bizarre journey.

“Thank yooooOOOOOOOU, Mooostress. For giving m-m-meeeoooOOOOOO what I need-need-neeoooOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOO! I-I’m a c-coooOOOOOOOW! MAROOOOOOOO!” Matt managed until the bellows won out. His face, neck, and head were beyond the point of being human; cutting off his ability to speak. It also caused the bridge of his nose and his eye sockets to grow. Which then led to his eyes bulging larger, pupils getting bigger, vision adjusting, and Matt sporting cow eyes to fit the rest of his face.

“I’m glad you could accept your gift, Melody. Livestock are naturally more docile animals, which suit the personality you try to hide from everyone else, pet. Remember it's your Mistress that freed you to be yourself, Melody,” Mistress Jo told Matt while his vision shifted. The crack of her whip didn’t startle either heifer this time. It did halt Matt’s changes for a few seconds when Jo cracked her whip again. The changes got right back into gear without Matt catching his breath. “As much as I want to delay seeing how you are enjoying yourself, I don’t want to keep you from your fate, pet.”

The witch’s magic was back at work contorting and modeling Matt’s humble form into the hefty one he himself desired to have. His back half was further along in size and appearance with hide, spotted coat, nearly full grown tail, wide backside, hip pins, stifle, and sturdy legs down to the hoof. Any movement of his back legs both shook his udder, hacking down to his hocks, and made his loins quiver. The thickness of the black and white cow hairs was more present on his rear too but the rest of him was catching up rapidly.

It took another ten minutes for Matt’s bones to stop growing and another ten from that to reach a weight that the Mistress would be happy with. There were more periodic cracks of the whip during those first ten minutes mostly. Never longer than the first brief pause she gave him. This barely slowed his transformation but did cause Matt to repeatedly experience the pleasurable surge in magic through his body each time it was rekindled. So much of the work was done taking Matt from six-hundred to twelve-hundred pounds with muscle, fat, more stomachs, and all that came with it.

Somewhere during Matt’s later changes Mistress Jo returned to Kendra to unhook the milking machine. Kendra was helped into a large stall with a curious metal floor where more water and feed was waiting for her. By the time the Mistress returned her attention to Matt the young man was minutes from being a lovely Holstein heifer. Mistress Jo had the whip coiled and hanging on her hip. The magic wouldn’t subside until its course had run.

“You’re looking better every time I look at you, Melody. I can’t make out anything of that old body of yours anymore. Nothing but fine sublime bovine from top to bottom, pet,” remarked Mistress Jo from alongside the heifer.

Outwardly there were very few changes to be done. Inside Matt could feel gurgling and aching parts that were still in flux. Matt wanted those feelings to go away so he could properly enjoy himself.

“My udder is full, Mistress. Other parts are full too… but I can hold it, Mistress. It’s my udder and hormones that I can’t keep back, Mistress” Matt mooed to Jo, not expecting her to understand.

The Mistress pet the top of Matt’s head tenderly. “Yes, yes, pet. I’ll get you milked and then see to the rest. Just like Kendra, I will see your varied needs and urges taken care of, Melody. You just remember you’re a good heifer that listens to instructions,” she briskly reminded Matt.

“Thank you, Mistress,” a grateful Matt mooed.

Finally, as the last minute ticked down and Mistress’s Jo’s magic left Matt’s fully transformed body, the former man looked to his girlfriend rather than himself. There he found her, pleased and chewing, staring right at him. It was hard for him not to feel welcomed into the fold by her, their surroundings, and the Mistress’s careful guidance. As soon as changes were over and the prickling heat was gone Matt let his excitement take over.

Matt was like Kendra in his curiosity with simply moving and being in such a big body. Then it was the noise made by his own hooves, the swish of his tail, the unthinking passing of gas, and the smells of the room that enthralled Matt. It took a snap from the Mistress’s fingers to rein in the newest cow’s attention.

“I know you’re excited, Melody. There’s so much to do, I know, but first we’ll get you milked and fed so you’re not bursting that new udder of yours, pet,” explained Jo as she led Matt by his collar towards the milking machine.

It wasn’t the first time Matt had seen the milking machine but seeing it now had his teats twitching and hooves moving happily along. Matt was giddy as the milk cups were fixed on each of his teats and Mistress Jo traipsed over to the controls. He was standing beside the door to the large pen Kendra was in. She was in fact just on the other side of the door and eager to see her boyfriend milked.

“Here we go, pet. Some relief for that big udder of yours,” announced the Mistress in unison with flipping the switch that started the pumps.

“Oh yes! Holy fuck that’s exactly what I needed! Milk me, Mistress! Milk me! Gotta relieve the pressure! Keep that thing on, please, Mistress!” pleaded Matt in a series of relieved moos.

Kendra would moo something back at him but it remained moos in his brain. They relied on Mistress Jo for any kind of translation.

“Yes, Kendra. Melody is enjoying her milking just as much as you did. Maybe more. I know that makes you jealous, pet,” tittered the Mistress as she came up alongside Matt. Her hand rolled up his spine and rested atop his head where some tufts of black hair were. A small reminder of the man he once was. In Jo’s other hand were the same two pails Kendra had been given when she was milked. “You’ll get another session soon enough, pet,” she told Kendra after setting the pales down in front of Matt. “I’m going to see to Melody’s needs and then leave you two for a few minutes to make sure my partner Jessie is ready with the next part of your late night pleasures, pets. Just relax, eat, relieve yours, and in your case Melody, let the machine do its work. Don’t wander, Melody,” the Mistress advised strongly.

Both heifers mooed thank yous and goodbyes as their Mistress hurried up the stairs and out of the room. That left the couple alone with the gentle sounds of the milk pumps at work. Kendra took the chance to stick her head over the door to take a closer look at Matt while he satisfied his thirst from the bucket. She had plenty of time to admire since Matt was happy to empty the water and feed pails. Kendra loved what she saw and was rather jealous he’d come out bigger than her. The jealousy was fleeting as she found herself just loving the knowledge that it was her boyfriend in the Holstein.

The time spent feeding his stomach and letting his milk drain relieved Matt of some pressing urges. When he turned to see Kendra she was there waiting with her own nose. Matt would have blushed had he been able. His tail wagged a bit instead. They engaged in some mutual sniffing and Matt picked on the fact Kendra had relieved herself in the pen. That relaxed Matt about some of his own embarrassing needs in that department. He had the control to hold it until in the same pen as Kendra. It left him between enjoying being milked and wanting to empty his bowels.

Not long after Mistress Jo reappeared with a spring in her step and missing her riding crop. The whip was coiled around the neck of the witch with red lipstick kisses on her neck and chest. The Mistress turned off the milking machine and took the cups off Matt’s teats without saying anything to either cow. She took Matt by the collar and led him to Kendra’s pen silently until giving the Holstein’s rump a smack to hurry him in.

“Come on, girl. Hop on in. Have I got a treat waiting for you and your Jersey cow friend,” announced Mistress Jo as she closed and locked the door behind Matt.

Matt and Kendra greeted the other with nuzzles and more sniffing. Then as Jo puts the milking machine away and collects the couple’s ripped clothing into empty pails, Matt relieved his bladder and bowels in full. The same that Kendra had done and was still doing. It alleviated more than a few of Matt’s urges. Leaving his sole needs the conflicting one on his backside. Being milked was one thing but Matt was having trouble wrapping his mind around the prospect of having sex as a heifer. He figured he had time to process it when the whole pen shook from underneath.

“Hold tight, pets. You’ll be going on a little trip upwards together where your evening will continue. Jessie has everything ready and waiting, pets. You’ll be going outside too so it’ll get breezy, girls,” Mistress Jo told both heifers from just outside the pen. She was raising herself and the pen with a button hidden on a wooden beam.

The horny heifers watched as their messy pen raised the two floors. Above them the slanted barn roof retracted and let in a rush of the warm night air of the real farm. They were outside soon enough and the mobile pen was locked into place. The pen was now located beside the large barn they had entered earlier amongst other pens. Some were occupied.

Once Mistress Jo had the pen ready she walked around the pen where she met a woman standing beside one of those other occupied pens. A brunette in her mid-30s with blue eyes, ruby red lipstick, and a country fit body wearing little more than a flannel crop top and thong.Her cowboy boots were more fit for Jo but the woman didn’t appear to mind. She was all smiles like the occupants of the pen she had been watching; two burly bulls who had just caught the more perfect scent.

Two women traded flirty eyes but kept themselves composed. “Shall we do quick introductions, Jessie? I’m sure they’re all going to want to get into it once they’re together,” Mistress Jo said to the woman.

“I agree. These two are fully into their horny bull roles. Let’s not keep nature at bay anymore, hun,” invited Jessie.

“Let’s not. I’ll get my girls,” Jo replied, already unlocking the heifer’s pen. “Okay my pets, time to meet your boyfriends for the weekend. They were my last appointment and gave me the idea to whip you two into your current shapes. Donald and Burke wanted to be bulls. How perfect we have willing heifers here that would love their services,” boasted Mistress Jo as she invited the heifers out of their pen and into the one Jessie had opened.

“Donald? Burke? We have those heifers we promised. It was Kendra and… Matilda?” Jessie tried to remember.

“Kendra and Melody,” Mistress Jo corrected for her. “Wonderful girls that are happy to meet some bulls. Come on, pets. Do as animals do.”

Matt followed Kendra into the larger pen where the bulls had been drinking in their scent. Neither heifer heard the gate lock them. Neither really cared at that point. They didn’t get far when the bulls were sniffing their backsides and readying to act on instinct. Like the heifer couple they were a Jersey and Holstein breed of bulls. They didn’t care much for matching with their partners for the first round as the Jersey mounted Matt and the Holstein took Kendra. Both were as willing as could be.

The heifers were side-by-side as they were both bred the first time. The bulls didn’t last very long the first time but it didn’t take much for the ladies to bellow approvingly from the action. For their quickness the bulls virility had them back for more and more every few minutes. Sometimes they paired with their fellow breed and sometimes they didn’t. Matt and Kendra were just happy to be mated over and over through the night. It kept going into the morning and switching them to a large pasture didn’t stop them breeding until Saturday night. Their day’s constant escapades had worn them out at last. They cherished seeing each other and feeling each other get used like the cows they were.

Sunday evening came and Kendra saw herself back, with some reluctance, to her human form. Being a cow for the whole weekend had been the amazing, liberating sexual experience she had hoping for. She was in tune with herself like never before and was already trying to think ahead when she could schedule another session with Mistress Jo. She put on some clothes Jo had given her and came out of the farmhouse expecting to see Matt waiting for her. Waiting instead was Jo on Hercules and Jessie a pinto next to Kendra’s car.

“Don’t tell me I got dressed faster than Matt. That never happens,” joked Kendra.

“Not exactly,” Jessie remarked.

“No, not exactly. Sorry, Kenda. There’s been a bit of a hiccup with your boyfriend Melody,” Mistress Jo took over. In her hand was a pail of the couple’s torn clothing.

Kendra took it apprehensively. “Melody? You mean Matt?”

“Oh yes, Matt. My mistake,” Mistress Jo grinned. “You know how you chose to change back once I took the collar off you? Matt has chosen to remain a cow on a week by week basis. Don’t worry, I have rates for matters like this.”

“Wait, what? Matt’s still a cow?” Kendra said in disbelief.

“He is. Of his own volition, of course. Sometimes it takes a few weeks in cases like his to work out all of his pent up urges,”

“A week or few? He can foot that bill if he wants but what if it goes for longer than that?” an irritated Kendra asked.

“It can happen where some stay for years but that’s very, very rare,” assured Mistress Jo, her hips lightly squeezing her stallion’s ribs. “In cases like Matt’s they just need some extra time to work it out. I’ll be sure to contact you when he comes around. You can plan to pick him up in the next month or so tops. It’s his first time so the feed and water are free for the first month.”

Kendra listened and put her stuff into the car at the same time. When she came around to Jo and Jessie she kept her frustration with Matt from slipping out. “I see. Well, that’s nice of you with the discount. Thank you for this one of a kind experience, Mistress J- Sorry. Miss Carrier. I can’t wait for another one when I see you for my appointment in three months. My tab is separate from my boyfriend’s, right?” Kendra casually asked.

“They are, don’t worry. We’ll take care of him until he comes around. I look forward to when we work together next,” Jo complimented, tipping her hat to the departing guest.

“Have some of my cherry pie for the road, hun. Will give you something to keep you company once you’re home,” Jessie suggested along with handing off the pie in her lap.

“Oh, thanks. That sounds good actually. Thank you. Tell Matt that I’ll see him soon. It's mostly up to him now,” Kendra smirked as she took the pie.

The woman drove off down some clothing and a boyfriend but up a pie and new addiction. While back in the pastures, getting bred for the third time that morning was Matt. Who had no desire for any other life but a heifer on Jo’s farm. Both considered their first visit a resounding success.