As the Saying Goes...
Sigma finds a rather dull day out suddenly becoming much more interesting, though perhaps not in the way he had hoped! :o
This flash fiction was written for Sigma as part of his patreon reward for June. :3 It contains transformation and sexual acts involving a consenting adult.
As the Saying Goes...
Sigma peered into the glass case, staring at the small porcelain figurine and other various ceramic objects within. He sighed softly to himself. Much as the king cheetah tried to find places like this interesting, he simply couldn't. But, it was either this or leave the antiques arcade and wander around in the rain until it came time for him to meet up with his friends. And considering the fun they had planned for later... well, Sigma had other plans for how he would end up in bed as the day went on, and they didn't involve catching a cold.
"A fascinating piece, isn't it, Sir?"
He jumped slightly, trying his very best not to cry out in shock as a rather soft, sultry voice spoke up from somewhere close by. Turning his head, Sigma tried his very best to smile at the member of staff who had appeared by his side. A slightly plump corgi lady in a pale green dress, wearing a name tag that marked her as one of the dealers whose products were on sale. He tried to tell her that he was just browsing in general, not looking at anything in particular, but it was too late. Already she was producing a key from a small chain around her neck, and opening up the glass case before them.
"It has a wonderful history to it. Quite unbelievable really. That's actually why it's so cheap. The rumours surrounding it. Surrounding the people who own it, or... even touch it."
It was only after the corgi had picked up the ceramic bull that Sigma actually started to pay attention to what she was saying, and by the time he noticed the white cotton gloves upon the dog's paws she was already holding the object out for him to examine himself. Before he could stop himself, before he could put two and two together, he was doing as was expected. Following social conventions, and responding to someone's outstretched arms by reaching out himself.
He felt the cool painted china of the black and white bull against his fingers. He watched, oddly transfixed for something he hadn't been at all interested in before, as the corgi's hands touched his own and aided him in examining the object. Turning it over to reveal that beneath its smooth stomach there lay some ornately sculped genitalia. Not just a pair of balls as were present on some sculptures of farm animals, but balls and a large, highly detailed cock too.
Embarrassed, suddenly unsure why he was letting any of this happen, Sigma pressed the object back into the corgi's hands.
"T-thanks, but... I'm really just browsing. Its great but, n-not for me."
Sigma turned and began to walk away. Or rather, he tried.
He stumbled as his foot landed awkwardly upon the smooth wooden floors of the antique centre, making contact not with the soft, almost silent thud of pawpads, but with a loud, clattering clop. Looking down, Sigma blinked in confusion for a few moments as his brain utterly failed to register and interpret what it was supposedly seeing. His feet were...shrinking. Or rather, they were changing shape. Drawing back in against the leg from which they had previously extended, and forming a bifurcated mass of harder, stronger material that looked almost like a cloven hoof. The kind you would see upon a deer, or... a bull.
Shaking his head in concern at how much that weird encounter with the china object had messed with his head, Sigma looked away for a moment, then back. The hooves were still there. Still growing, indeed he could feel a tightness within his trousers that suggested his whole legs were growing. He raised his hands to his face, intending to rub his eyes and if that didn't work to pinch himself and awaken from this bizarre dream. Those eyes widened however, and a cry of shock escaped the cheetah's muzzle as he saw not his fingers reaching for his face, but two more hooves.
Sigma turned upon his heels and staggered back towards the corgi, still standing with her gloved hands clasping at the china bull. She was smiling. Giggling as she watched, like this was some sort of trick. Some joke she was playing.
"W-what are yoouu_uuuuuu_-...!"
Slapping his hooves across his muzzle, Sigma stared not at the corgi, but at the glass cabinet from which she had removed the china bull as he heard a bellowing cry escape his muzzle and felt something bursting forward from it. He watched, overwhelmed and confused, as his face swelled. As his whiskered feline muzzle expanded and stretched out and out, resembling something more akin to a cow, the grey fur upon it growing paler in parts and much darker in others. Looking back over his shoulder he could see his tail shrinking; growing thinner, though with a tuft of coarse white fur at the tip. All the while his clothes were getting tighter and tighter as his body grew all over now, and it wasn't long before with another lowing bovine cry of confusion to the corgi...
"What are you do_oooooooooo_ing to me!?"
...Sigma heard the distinctive sound of tearing fabric as he burst from his shirt and trousers, buttons popping and pinging off across cabinets all around as his body expanded to such a degree that he was no longer able to support its weight upon two feet alone. He tumbled forward, and could only continue to watch, to stare at his body as it grew and changed ever more rapidly in the reflection of the cabinets all around him.
The more time that passed though, and the more complete the change became, the less it continued to worry and frighten Sigma.
As he grew in size to that of a fully grown cow, plump and strong, his needs became simpler. He was still himself, but... he was a cow, too. He had the consciousness of his former mind, but relative to the body that was now his. He wasn't concerned with the needs of an anthro cheetah. He wasn't worried about missing his appointment to meet his friends, or silly things like changing back to the body that had once been his. There were more immediate, urgent matters to take care of now.
He needed to eat. Some rich hay, or grass laden with wildflowers and other plants, ideally. He wanted water. Sweet, cool, clear water. And... god, he wanted to nurse. He longed for a calf, or more than one, to drain his achingly heavy udders.
His eyes widened slightly, as though the part of him that would once have been shocked by his change had suddenly realised something.
Sigma looked at herself in the mirror, and saw beneath her powerful dairy-herd frame a set of swollen pink udders dangling down. She could feel them aching. Practically feel the milk waiting inside, desperate to be poured forth, to have the aching tension of its presence removed by a suckling muzzle or a pair of dextrous hands.
But... if indeed there was no-one to feed from her or milk her, then the primary goal of the cow became suddenly crystal clear.
To make a calf that could.
To breed, and secure for herself young to relieve the aching need emanating from her swollen, milk-filled udders.
Tossing back her head, Sigma let loose a pleading, needy bellow. She felt her tail twitch, and beneath it, her pussy quiver as it responded to her physiological needs and began to grow wet, to swell slightly as the blood-flow to those nether regions increased and their sensitivity, their receptiveness along with it.
She bellowed again, and when no response came she clattered her hoofed feet against the floor in frustration.
There had to be a man for her here somewhere.
She turned, and snorted as she crashed her right flank into a glass cabinet. It didn't smash, but tipped and began to fall in the direction which it had been pushed. It tumbled, and then it smashed into another row of shelves. Then another. And another.
If the bellowing of a cow hadn't attracted the attention of other stallholders from around the antiques arcade, the crashing of glass and smashing of ceramics most definitely did. But by that point, it was too late.
Sigma was already rushing around, bellowing as her pussy throbbed and ached with a wild, feral need unlike anything she had known before. Sniffing the air, searching, desperate for the scent of a male. She didn't care what or who got in her way. Nothing would stop her from getting what she needed.
She knew he was here.
She knew it, for deep down there was something in Sigma's memory that recalled the sight of a powerful black and white bull, bearing a perfectly sculpted pair of balls and a cock big and glorious enough to not only render her heavy with calves, but satisfy the deepest and most potent aching of her needy body for its pleasurable release.
He was somewhere, and she would find him.
Her saviour.
Her mate to be.
Her bull, right here in this china shop.
By Jeeves
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