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The shelves were filled with old porcelain and glass objects, little souvenir cups or vibrantly colored glass candy dishes. 'Collectible' curios of all sizes were common and ashtrays of all sorts were more than abundant. Stemware of dubious quality was stuffed into the back, next to tacky dinner plates featuring everything from NASCAR heroes to NFL stars.

Most of the stuff in this antique shop was junk and Elizabeth Williams knew it. Most of it was priced at market value or more, as well, so there was little in the way of a profit available. Elizabeth knew that as well, but the 31-year-old bank teller, also knew that sometimes a diligent shopper could find a diamond in the rough. Thanks to knowledge inherited from her obsessive Grandmother and Mother, she had her share of success. Nothing too big, just enough to provide a supplement to her bank teller job but an 1890's hand-glazed vase had paid for a very nice vacation in Jamaica and a mid-century china dining set became a down-payment for her new car.

"Anything I can help you with?" The store-owner had come from the backroom, startling her. With a clink, she set down the 1930's clay cat figurine she had been fiddling with.

Grandma would've loved that, she thought before answering with a smile, "No, no, just having a look."

The owner nodded, "As you know, we have the better items locked in the display cases, just let me know if you want to have a look."

She nodded and kept looking, "I will, but right now I'm looking for something... undiscovered."

The owner nodded but with a grunt this time, "Of course, but I sorted through all this already."

Elizabeth stood up straight and smiled at him with a shrug, "You never know."

"Anyway, I'll be right in the back if you need anything," He said and shook his head, he took some empty boxes into the back with him.

Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh. Poor Sidney, he may not like her, but he trusted her to not rob him blind. Though she hardly looked a thief and, it is after her shift, she looked every bit a bank teller. A smart suit with a modest skirt, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with her bright blue eyes. She found that this ensemble elicited a feeling of trust and respect from those around her, whether in the bank or when antiquing.

No, Sid the Shop-keep had another reason for disliking Elizabeth; she had gotten the better of him. Elizabeth bought the dining set from Sidney's shop. Where he believed it to be a common design from a popular manufacturer, Elizabeth immediately recognized it as something special. A week later, she won her prize selling it at auction, an auction Sidney happened to be attending.

Sidney had been rather cold during her weekly visits to his shop ever since. Which was a pity, in Elizabeth's eyes. Though he was hardly the most likable man much of the time, obviously, he was prone to arrogance and conceitedness, but she would rather have him as an ally or even a mentor as he was 15 years her elder with a great deal of experience in the business. Try as she might, Elizabeth finally gave up on winning Sid over with charm and friendliness.

Glancing through the tightly packed rows of glass and porcelain, Elizabeth caught a glimpse of a small figurine pushed to the back. Even in the darkness under the shelf, the pastel-colored glaze looked promising. Trying to be careful of the other trinkets wasn't easy as Elizabeth snaked her arm through to take hold of her prize.

Success! But pulling both her arm and the curio out together was going to be tricky. Too tricky.

Elizabeth navigated her way back from under the shelf, only hearing soft tink now and then when there was contact, until, at the very edge of the shelf, she made a solid hit against a plain, white figurine of a cow, leisurely lying down and chewing her cud. Elizabeth had hardly glanced at it, fully agreeing with Sidney's $3 price tag, but now, as if in slow motion, she watched as it tumbled to the floor. With a resounding, out-of-scale CRACK, it exploded sending shards scattering everywhere.

"Shit!" Elizabeth snapped, unable to catch herself. She was too upset to notice the very faint, pale green mist float from the shards, then violently rush into her body.

"What was that?" She heard Sidney call from the back immediately. He had heard both the exploding porcelain and her loud curse. Elizabeth swore again, this time under her breath. Sure, it was just a three dollar piece of crap, but Sidney would now hold her with ever more disdain not to mention it was just plain embarrassing for any antique enthusiast. She would be lucky if Sidney didn't ban her from the shop. She could already feel herself beginning to flush; beads of sweat began building on her brow and her cheeks were bright red.

"What was that?" Sidney came in from the back room, his brow furrowed.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Elizabeth stammered, what is wrong with me?! It's three fucking dollars! Her sweating was getting worse and inexplicably (to her mind) her groin and breasts felt hot and sensitive, "I uh, I knocked a figurine off... off the shelf. I'll, um... I'll pay for the damage!"

Sidney scowled and grabbed a dustpan and broom from behind the counter. He came up the aisle with long, forceful steps while looking rather upset. Instead of feeling intimidated, however, Elizabeth was far too distracted by her own problems that were suddenly besetting her.

"What happened?" Sidney said as he came upon the mess, an unpleasant frown on his face. He squatted down and sat on his heels in order to sweep up but he was interrupted instead,

"Wait... what is that?"

Bewildered, Sidney watched as a very fine, pale green mist rose from the many shards. It hovered before him for a brief moment then in a lightning fast onrush, disappeared into his body,

"What the fuck?! No!!!" he called out as it entered him and fell over on his backside, his legs in the air.

Elizabeth watched the incident with confusion and fear, unable offer the least bit of assistance. It was all she could do to cling to the shelving, her legs seemed completely alien. The muscle bulged and clenched but from no will her own. Her nylons stretched and ripped while her panties and bra bit into her flesh. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire.

"What... is... happening?!" She gasped as watched Sidney fall onto the floor. None of these events made the least bit of sense, particularly what Elizabeth felt between her growing legs.

"What! What the fuck is going on!" With no regard for the struggling Sidney, Elizabeth hauled her skirt up," Oh, my god, OH MY GOD!!!"

The way her thickening thighs ripped and tore her stockings were bad enough, but it wasn't what she screamed about. Nor was it the fact that her panties were drenched in sweat, making them effectively see-thru. It was what was now twitching between her legs, a tail. It's thick, sinewy shaft was still bare and fur-less, but the tip was covered in a thick mop of tawny hair. Similar, yet shorter hair was advancing up its increasing length. She could follow the shaft's path up her leg and she could feel it was pinched in the ever-tightening leg hole of her ripping panties, and she could feel its thickness nestled between her bulging butt cheeks. Yes, her butt cheeks could feel it, but worst of all it could feel her butt cheeks, it was undeniably part of her.

"What the fuck is happening to me?!" Elizabeth shrieked as she felt her panties finally ripped apart with pop and her tail twitched with new found freedom, "God! This can't be happening!"

"Muh! Ge-get out!" She heard Sidney bellow from the floor, his voice already sounding guttural and strange, "Geh! Get away!"

"Muh!! Muhhh!!!" Elizabeth grunted and stumbled backward when she looked at Sidney, only catching herself on the shelving, sending many more items crashing to the floor, "Mmmooo... Sidney!"

Sidney was no longer in a position where he cared about his merchandise. He still lay on the floor, snorting and grunting, his mouth drooling. His face was contorted and disfigured, having pushed out into a small muzzle.

Even as her own nylons tore apart and her skirt tightens, Elizabeth saw that Sidney was experiencing much the same. His loafers had either fallen off or been pushed off, the feet inside his stretching black socks were anything but human. At the moment he fought with his belt, already extremely tight and continuing to tighten, biting into him painfully. Unfortunately, his fingers were nearly as disfigured as his feet

"MOOO!!!" He bellowed painfully, "Soooo tight! Get... off!!!"

Elizabeth snorted with resolve and stumbled towards him, ignoring the realization that her own feet were beginning to change in her flats, further impeding her movement. First one, then the other slipped off, tripping her up, but when she fell to her hands she was nearly by Sidney's side.

"No!" Sidney grunted and tried pushing her away, his nostrils flaring, "No! Get... Away! noooo! MMMOOOO!"

"I'mmooo trying tooo help!!! Hold still!" Elizabeth snapped but as she reached for Sidney's belt buckle she saw the cause of his fear.

Through the fabric of Sidney's taught trousers, Elizabeth saw the man's transforming testicles, each roughly the size of a tennis ball yet still growing. Further up, a pronounced shaft could be seen through the fabric and there, exiting beneath the tightening waistband and belt was Sidney's penis, swollen and clearly still growing. Pink and fleshy, it still bore a vaguely human shape. It's dribbling pre-cum smeared into the soft red-brown fur spreading across Sidney's growing body.

Elizabeth's nostrils flared as she detected a new scent. Her nose twitched and her lips quivered as they slowly began to grow. Shaking her head, she set herself back to helping Sidney. Elizabeth didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't about to leave Sidney to suffer. She tugged her aggravating bra over her swollen breasts, ignoring how strange they felt, and then proceeded to help the struggling store-owner.

"Muh! MMMUUUHHH!!!" Sidney bellowed as Elizabeth fumbled with belt buckle, his erection growing and stiffening beneath her fingers. Despite herself, Elizabeth could feel her own arousal building. The scent she detected earlier became stronger as her face became more muzzle-like. Her breasts had now dropped down low her chest and sporting four huge, thumb-sized nipples that pressed tightly against her shirt as they stiffened.

"MmmmmMOOO!!!" She bawled excitedly before shaking her head, attempting to clear it, NO! Focus! Help Sidney then fix this!

"SNORT!!" She drew the scent with each breath and felt her genitals shift and change, getting wetter with each passing moment as her body prepared itself to mate. It was increasingly difficult to think straight and Sidney's painful struggling made it next to impossible, but at last, just as her hands began to take on a truly hoof-like appearance, the buckle popped free. The button snapped free and his slacks zipped open with force as the pressure was released.

"MMMMmmmooooo!!" Sidney bellowed with relief, the painful pressure was gone, and his massive, two-foot long erection, no longer the least bit human was now free. He snorted, searching for the musky scent and rolled himself over. As he lifted himself up onto his new hooves, the buttons of his white shirt shot in all directions, they had reached their limit as his body grew and his torso barreled outward with bone and muscle. It hung, tattered and limp, from his huge, powerful shoulders.

With a kick and stomp, Sidney managed to remove the remains of his now destroyed Dockers, revealing that he too had grown a tail, just above his dark anus. Lower down, his huge testicles swung inside his huge scrotum and, even now, charging with fresh bull seed.

"MMMMmmmoooo!!! Mmmooo!!" He bellowed once more as two sharp points developed in his receding hairline. His horns grew quickly, with little pain. Nearby, his ears twitched excitedly as the scent of a female in heat became stronger.

As soon as the bull-man had rolled away from her, Elizabeth fell forward, landing on what had been her hands, but were now entirely hooves. She snorted again, uncomfortable as her face lengthened and widened its way into her new muzzle. All over her body, heavy muscle grew and bone thickened. Like Sidney, sharp points of horn pushed through her disappearing hair, stopping only when they were as wide as her fuzzy ears. She lurched up and stood up on all fours for the first time, yet she did think about why she could not stand on two. Only briefly did she consider running to find help before becoming concerned with getting out of the uncomfortable clothes she found herself in.

Elizabeth's nice, modest skirt was now torn and sweat-stained, was now tightly bound around her, pinching her udder. The business-like jacket was now rent at the seams, while the buttons of her strained terribly. Her wet panties were obliterated by the expansion of her buttocks and now hung in threads. Her nylons, complete with the spreading tawny fur poking through the many large, ragged holes, now barely clung to the vastly changed shape of her hind legs.

Sidney snorted at Elizabeth's rear, seeking her scent. His wide, wet nose was mere inches away, his hot breath blowing over the cow's slick vulva. Elizabeth raised her tail, which lifted her ragged skirt and further inviting the young, virile bull to mount.

As humans, neither Elizabeth nor Sidney ever considered having sex with one another, feeling little or no attraction in that way. Now, however, with their bodies almost entirely bovine, the attraction and desire were undeniable. At this point, neither felt any desire to deny it, their minds now entirely focused on procreation.

Sidney clumsily hefted himself up onto Elizabeth's broad, strong rump. Excited for his first mount, the young bull thrust his achingly rigid cock into the air. Finally, after several failed attempts, he struck and sunk his pointed shaft into Elizabeth.

"Mmmooooo!" Elizabeth bawled as Sidney pushed in his reshaped cock with small, eager thrusts. His hefty body rubbing against her back had the fortunate result of wresting her tenacious skirt free of the heifer. It slowly slid unceremoniously to the floor beneath Sidney's rhythmic thrusts and trampled by heavy hooves.

Sidney's thrusts slowed but became deeper and longer as he neared climax. With a final heavy thrust, his huge testicles, having succeeded in their mission unloaded copious amounts of semen into his mate, who grunted with intense pleasure as her womb was filled with fertile seed.

The bull slid from her back, sniffed at the puddled cum beneath her rump before farting and settling down for a nap. The cow did much the same, knocking over a good many antiques before she too lay down and began chewing her cud, the sandwich that had made up her last human meal.

Neither noticed, among the massive mess of shattered glass and crockery and the knocked over furniture, the shards of the cow figurine glowed softly for a brief moment before crumbling into fine, ash-like dust.

* * *

"How do you figure it, Captain?" Murphy said as he came to the Captain's side, "I mean, what are looking at here?"

The Captain shrugged and as he looked around the destroyed antique shop, "Simple vandalism, near as I can tell. Though it would easy to miss something in this mess."

Murphy crinkled his nose before speaking once more, there was a rather large cow pie nearby, "But with cows, sir? That seems I don't know, kind of elaborate for vandalism? Hauling the stupid things here couldn't have been easy."

"True," The Captain answered, "Have you ever met Sidney Ratner? The guy that owns this place?"

Murphy shook his head no.

"The guy is a major dick. He must have pissed off the wrong people this time. Have we contacted him yet?" The Captain said.

"No, sir, his cell phone was in the back room and no one's answering at his home. Nobody seems to know where he is. Oh, and sir, we located the store's video recorder."

"Ah! I'm sure that will clear this all up." The Captain said excitedly.

"Uh, no, I'm afraid not sir. The video is useless," Murphy said with a frown, "All it shows is a woman shopping up front here and Ratner working in the back room. The woman accidentally drops a small figurine, over there in the center of the damage. After that, there's nothing but static."

"Static?!" The Captain said incredulously, "There's nothing? On any of the cameras?"

"Nothing remotely helpful, sir, I saw the video myself," Murphy answered.

"For fuck's sake can nothing be easy?" The Captain growled, "We'd better get missing persons looking for Sidney Ratner. We need to find out who that woman on the video is, she's either a witness or a suspect. We're going to have to sift through this mess much more carefully than I thought. After the cows shit all over it, I might add."

"Ah, sir, about the cows, what's going to happen to them?"

The Captain smiled, "Got a soft spot, eh, Murphy? They're the lucky ones in this fucked up mess. They've already left, I know nice little organic, free range dairy ranch about an hour out of own. They'll real good care of them until we find the rightful owners, which is unlikely seeing as they had no brands or ear tags. Likely live out their days there, I suppose."

The pair looked at the terrible mess of broken, shattered and shat-upon antiques until the Captain laughed.

"Sir," Murphy said, confused.

"A fucking bull in a china shop, Murphy! Never thought I'd see that one!"

The End