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Three days had passed since the storm. Carrie thought she might still be in shock. Her boyfriend, Martin, had barely gotten them out alive. She could still hear the snapping timbers and shattering planks at the small ship shattering in the roiling sea. Fortunately, they'd had enough time to prepare. The life raft was stocked with water and some food, at least, enough to survive long enough for rescue. But no rescue had come.

At first, they'd been hopeful and relieved. They laughed grimly about the horrific night as they watched the horizon. The emergency transponder pinged a distress call continually from the bow of their small raft. Yet nothing came. As time moved on, they started to worry. How far had they drifted off course in the storm? With no navigational equipment and nothing but bleak ocean around them, they couldn't even keep track of how far they'd gone from the wreckage. Even though they had oars, they had no direction better than any other in which to row. After the second night, they'd gone silent.

Martin had strung up a small tent to block them from the sun. By his estimation, they could survive a few weeks with rationing, but that didn't worry him. Idleness worried him. They had nothing to do. The minor tasks of surviving took only a cumulative hour out of the day. Conversation seemed ill advised as the only natural topics concerned their current predicament. He'd begun to wonder how quickly someone could go mad. Sleep did not come easily, and it was brief when it blessed them with a few moments of empty mind. He tried to busy himself. He thought of using some of the twine and fashioning a hook out of a clasp from one of their bags to creating a rudimentary fishing line. Carrie spent the hours staring at the ocean, as if she were trying to see to the bottom of it. She mentioned sharks a few times in the first day. Perhaps that plagued her mind. Yet as far as they could tell, the sea was empty. They were alone in the middle of a vast void of life. Lost in his thoughts, he did not recognize the sound of Carrie's voice when she spoke. He grunted in confusion and asked in a hoarse voice, "What?"

She was pointing up. "Bird."

Martin's eyes followed her finger to see a gull floating carelessly on the wind, it's eyes looking down at them. It let out a call before drifting slightly to the left and then veering back in the direction it had come. Straining his eyes, Martin's heart began to thump in his chest. He dared not say anything. It could be only a trick of the horizon, but in the distance he could see a grey blob. Working quickly, he noted the placement of the sun. Gesturing wildly, he indicated that Carrie should grab the other oar. After a few minutes of getting settled, they began to fight against the ocean waves and row towards the shape in the distance.

Hours passed. Martin's body wracked with pain and Carrie struggled to keep up. They took breaks, but dared not linger too long as the ocean seemed determined to keep them from their goal. Finally, he could see enough to give voice to his thoughts. "An island. It's an island." They both smiled like children on Christmas morning. They would have never noticed it had the gull not crossed their path. The island was small and shrouded in a heavy mist of fog and foam. Both of them immediately fantasized about the possibilities of land. It could be inhabited. At least it would have food and be off the damnable waves. They kept rowing as their hands blistered and their muscles burned. After another hour, Carrie dropped her oar and held out her shaking hands as tears rolled down her cheeks. The island was still barely within eyesight.

"Go on, rest," Martin said. "I can at least keep us on coarse." He slid to the center of the bench and started to muster whatever strength he had left, but stopped when he heard a sound. Unable to trust his own ears, he asked Carrie, "Do you hear that?"

"It sounds like...a motor?"

They held their breath and listened. The soft lap of water against the side of the raft was unending and the roar of the ocean wind was incessant, but they could definitely hear the buzz of a motor. And it was getting louder. They stared in the direction of the island until they could make out a small motorboat speeding in their direction. Elation filled their bodies and drove out any soreness or fatigue. They jumped and waved and yelled, not once stopping to consider the potential danger of encountering an unknown person in the middle of the ocean. Regardless of their joy, it was still several minutes away. With a sudden return to societal though, Carrie went to clean herself as best she could, but Martin did not take his eyes off the boat, terrified that they might not see them at all.

Finally it neared enough for them to see two men on board. The driver waved, but the other man, a middle aged gentleman with bleach white hair, beamed with excitement. "Hello! Hello! Are you all right?"

"We're...alive. We've been adrift for several days," Martin called back.

The boat sidled up next to the raft. "No need to fret now," the white haired man said. "We're going to get you taken care of. Come on, come on. We'll tow in the raft, but you'll be safer on board with us." He offered his hand, "I am Doctor Phillip Mooreau."

***

The ride into the small cove was brief. The wind rushed by them feeling refreshing on their skin for the first time in days. The doctor did not ask any questions other than their names. He told them to relax and that he had a medical doctor on staff. Martin and Carrie both wondered about the mysterious island and its inhabitants, but were too overcome with exhaustion and relief to care very much. Once ashore, they moved to a small jeep and Mooreau started to talk a bit more. "There now, out of the elements at last. Perhaps you're wondering how we found you?"

Martin answered, "It hadn't really occurred to me. We're just so thankful that you did."

"Ah well, what was I to do? Leave you to the mercy of the sea? Of course not. We have a little radar and radio station here. They picked up your emergency beacon, and we came out to investigate. Don't think that doesn't make you lucky. Other than us, this region is almost entirely unmonitored. You'd been out of range of anything other than an off course navy vessel. Did anyone have reason to look for you?"

Carrie shook her head, "No, not for another week or so. Even then, they wouldn't have known where to start looking."

"Lucky indeed, then," Mooreau mused.

As the jeep wound its way up the road, cutting through the jungle foliage, the doctor explained why he was on the island at all. "Research, the only damn reason any respectable scientist winds up in the middle of nowhere. My team works on creating more efficient food sources through genetic hybridization. That makes it sound terribly dull, but it's quite exciting, really. This environment is perfect for our work. We've had great success developing strains that thrive in somewhat hostile environments. Our biggest obstacle at this point is finding a way to naturalize our specimens to places humans want to live. Ah, I'm boring you already. You're far too tired to hear about an old man's dull work. Not to fear, we'll be at my home shortly."

Carrie had not been listening too closely. Instead, she'd been staring out of the window at the flurry of plants and trees that rushed by. More than once, she thought she glimpsed something beyond that looked like a large field. With each break in the trees, she tried to piece together a full picture. Her attention broke when she thought she saw something truly bizarre. It was a woman, definitely, but she was naked and had spots? Carrie sunk her head down. She'd been in the sun too long, she knew. Grabbing the water bottle the doctor had given her, she took another long drink. She reminded herself that she needed rest and dismissed the strange sights.

The house, or more accurately the compound, rose up out of the jungle like a jewel sitting atop a scepter. While the lower half was heavily fortified with high walls and thick gates, the upper levels looked as if they'd been snatched from the top of a skyscraper. The massive windows on the upper floors glittered in the sunlight. "How many people work here?" Martin asked.

"Originally we started with a staff of fifty, but homesickness can be a powerful disease," Mooreau answered. "I think we're down to about twenty now. More than enough to keep the lights on though." The gates opened as they arrived and a lone security guard waved them through.

"Are there natives to the island?"

"Hmm, oh, no. Not for a very long time, anyway."

"Then why the security?"

Mooreau paused a moment before answering, "Not something I am a fan of really. I mean they do have some practical uses. The island is home to wild boars and the like. Not the kind of creature you'd want wandering into your home. But mostly they're here to protect us from the bogeyman of corporate espionage. My funding backers are quite keen on keeping my research secret. If we discover a way to feed the whole world, they want to be sure it's a profitable way." He started waving out of his window to a pair of men waiting near the compound's door. The two men ran over to greet them. After they had all exited the vehicle, Mooreau introduced the two men. "Carrie and Martin, this is Dr. Richard Carson, our chief physician. And this is my second in command and general manager, Ben Norfolk."

The two men looked surprised at the sight of the two shipwreck survivors. Carson moved to help them first. "Pleased to meet you. I understand you've both been through quite the ordeal. We need to examine you right away. Let's get you to the lab. You seem to be able to walk alright, that's a good sign. I would still put you on stretchers if we had any. My arm will have to suffice. Right this way." Dr. Carson and the driver started to lead them inside.

As Martin followed the driver, he overheard Mr. Norfolk speaking in a harsh whisper to Mooreau. "...you can't possibly think that's wise."

"...Nothing would cure her quicker."

"And the man?"

"The perfect subject for phase II don't you think? Unless you're volunteering?"

Martin didn't know what the two were discussing, but for the first time since leaving the raft, he felt his sense of unease returning.

***

"I'm sorry we couldn't have you both in the same room, but I'm not even sure these beds can even fit through the doors. Wouldn't surprise me with the way they built this place that they bought the beds first and built around them," Dr. Carson mused as he started to examine Carrie. "You're dehydrated of course. Some abrasions and bruising along the right shoulder and arm. Mind lifting up your shirt?" Carrie followed his direction and winced as the soreness throughout her body flared up. The doctor's cold hands on her back felt surprisingly nice. She realized she must have a terrible sunburn. "Clear lungs, that's good. No broken ribs. Are you feeling any unusual pain anywhere?"

"Just stiffness," she answered.

"Good, good. Remarkable, really, that you made it out of all that so cleanly."

"Martin took care of me. He was ready, somehow."

The doctor smiled kindly. "Ok, here's what we're going to do. We're going to hook you up to an IV and jump start your hydration. Judging by your motor responses, you haven't had a full night's sleep since you got on the raft. That will do you a world of good, but not before a full meal. I believe Norfolk is sending up a plate of something." He went over to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle, shaking two pills into his hand. "Eat until you feel full and not a bite more. It may not be much, but your stomach will know what it can take at this point. Take these and get a good night's sleep. In the meantime, here is a bottle of aloe cream. Apply that liberally to any spot you can reach. That will speed up the healing of your skin. And don't worry, everything's going to be fine now."

"Can I see Martin?"

"Of course, give me just a moment to examine him, and I'll send him over. You two can have your meals together, but then I must insist that you split up and get some rest. And we'll see about finding you some better clothes. Now, rest up."

The doctor cleaned away a few things and then left with a smile. Carrie sighed in relief. It was the first time she'd been alone for days. Despite how much she loved Martin, being consistently with someone in such stress had taken its toll on her. Her eyes grew heavy. She'd not realized how tired she was. Her body's overtime on adrenaline was finally subsiding. She settled down into the bed a little further. She wanted to wait and see Martin again, but she could feel the tendrils of sleep sneaking over her. Maybe he would wake her. They had much to talk about, and she was curious as to his thoughts about the island. Mooreau had seemed nice, but something was off about the place altogether. Everything seemed too bare. As if something were missing. Warmth spread over her body, teasing out the aches in her muscles as she sank into the surprisingly soft bed. She closed her eyes, promising herself it would only be for a moment, but soon she was fast asleep.

***

She woke up to a strange feeling in her chest. It took her a moment to remember what had happened, but as it all rushed back to her, she woke with a jolt. Carrie was no longer in the same room where the doctor had examined her. More importantly, she was strapped to a bed. The room was dark and she couldn't make out anything from the thin stream of light coming from underneath the door. She tried to free herself, but the straps on her wrists and ankles held her tight. They'd even strapped her neck so that she lay flat on the her back, unable to sit up at all. Whatever was on her chest felt heavy and it moved from side to side as she struggled to free herself. The rest of her body felt strange as well. Maybe it was the soreness, but her own body felt unfamiliar.

A beeping noise grew louder as she pulled at her restraints. The door flew open and someone walked over to her, "Now, now, calm down. It's all right. The restraints were just to keep you from hurting yourself. I wanted to be here when you woke up, but duty called."

She recognized the voice, but struggled to remember the man's name. New thoughts had invaded her mind. The man smelled wonderful and she longed for him to touch her. She grew conscious of her nakedness and hoped that it drew the man's attention. Her body responded in kind as her thighs grew wet with her arousal. She tried to speak, but her tongue felt thick and clumsy in her mouth.

"Oh, I forgot. The inhibitor," the man said before Carrie felt a slight pinch in her thigh. "Good, that should clear up your senses for a little while anyway. Now then Carrie, do you remember who I am? Doctor Mooreau?"

The delightful scent and her own arousal subsided slightly. She was able to focus more and could see the white haired man hovering over her. She nodded.

"Excellent," Mooreau said. He touched her shoulder as he started to examine her physical state. Even with the inhibitor active, he knew the touch of a man would drive her wild so he tried to make his work quick. "Carrie you might be experiencing some confusion, but don't worry. Everything should come back to you quickly. You decided you wanted to be part of our work here after meeting some of your new sisters. You underwent a treatment to make you the woman you always dreamed of becoming. We're going to let you up and you're going to see yourself in the mirror. At first it might be confusing, but you should adjust quickly."

Carrie nodded. She felt the restraints loosen and moved her limbs to work out any stiffness. She stretched her fingers and tried to do the same with her toes, but the usual wiggling didn't happen. As he sat her up, the weight on her chest moved forward and almost pulled her with it. Finally able to look down, she understood why. Her once petite breasts were now enormous orbs that jutted out from her chest to be tipped with thick, pink nipples. Though it confused her for a moment, the next instant it seemed perfectly normal. Dr. Mooreau guided her up and she heard her feet clack against the ground. Again, that wasn't right. She should have padded lightly onto the floor with delicate feet. The moment she thought about the hooves more closely, they seemed entirely in order. She lifted her weight onto her legs and wobbled slightly. Her tail flicked from left to right as she steadied herself. Her body adjusted to the new equilibrium of a big, round ass and two heavy udders. She took Mooreau's hand and he led her over to the wall where a floor length mirror waited.

"Is that me?" she thought. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen looked back at her from the mirror. Its body was covered in a downy coat of white hair with black spots. Wide hips and a full buttocks drifted into view as she turned. Even the tail was a delightfully petite appendage that swayed with her movements. Once fully turned with her back to the mirror, she bent over admiring her own ass as her tits swung underneath her. Reaching back, she pulled her cheeks apart to show off the dark lips of her engorged pussy. Dr. Mooreau cleared his throat and she stood up, slightly embarrassed.

"Are you pleased then?"

Carrie nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Of course. We'll have you with the others in no time, but first, we need to visit Martin."

Though the name was unfamiliar, she knew it meant visiting another man. If Dr. Mooreau had no interest in her, maybe she could find another man to appreciate her body. The thought made her breasts swell slightly and her pussy ache with emptiness as she was guided from the room.

***

Martin woke up feeling the groggy effects sleeping pills always gave him. As he gathered his wits, he found a warm plate of breakfast waiting on him. He thought of going and finding Carrie, but the growl in his stomach refused to wait. As he chomped through the lukewarm meal, he realized that, other than the blurry feeling from sleep, he felt quite refreshed. After eating, he found some clothes had been left for him. They were a pair of drawstring pants and a button up short sleeve shirt like the ones he'd seen the staff wearing. Fully dressed, he headed to the door, but it opened just as he reached it.

"Ah, Martin, good to see you're up," said Norfolk. "Dr. Mooreau has asked that you join him."

"I was going to see Carrie."

"She's already there. This way, if you please."

They walked through the strange hallways at a brisk pace. Martin noted how empty the whole building felt even when they did pass a few others. "Have you heard when the next flight is coming in?"

Norfolk turned as if he'd forgotten Martin was following him. "I think today. Mooreau was quite forceful with the pilot. He wants to be certain you have a quick journey home. I'm sure he'll be able to explain everything. Right this way."

They walked for a while longer, descending into the lower parts of the building. Finally, they reached a small lobby area where Mooreau was waiting. Norfolk gestured to his boss and then left as quickly as he came. Mooreau rose to greet Martin with a cheerful smile. "Well rested, I hope! Sorry about the clothes, but we don't get the latest fashions here as you might imagine. Please have a seat."

"What is this place? I thought I was headed to your office or something? And where's Carrie?"

Mooreau gestured to a series of rooms at the back of the waiting area. "This is sort of our re-habitation area. It's where we prepare our subjects to be introduced into the herd. Carrie is waiting in room B over there."

A sense of dread washed over Martin. "Why is she in there?"

Mooreau brushed his hand through his white hair. "For re-habitation. Come along." He rose and moved over to a spot on the wall beside the door marked "B". He pressed a button on a panel and the wall shifted, revealing a window. Martin looked inside, expecting Carrie to be in some state of distress. Instead, he saw a creature he did not recognize. It looked as though a dairy cow had been crossed with a human. The creature was sitting idly, periodically examining one of her features as if discovering it for the first time. Martin could not help but notice her beauty. As inhuman as he had thought her to be immediately, it was clear that she was still a woman. Her proud full breasts seemed to be dribbling milk which delighted their owner. As she moved, Martin could better discern her full body's physique, that of a voluptuous woman even if she did have a tail.

"What is this?"

"That is your girlfriend," Mooreau answered.

"No, that's...impossible," Martin gazed at the gorgeous figure longer. The curve of her face was familiar. As she looked towards them, he could see the same eyes he had peered into many times before. "My god, what have you done to her?!" He felt his anger building.

"Nothing that she did not want. You must not rush to judgment, Martin. This is what we do here. We create beauty like this."

"You made her a cow!"

"I think you should speak with her about it first."

"Can you change her back?"

Mooreau smirked. "Why not get a better look at her before you ask me that. I'll give you two some privacy." The panel closed and Carrie disappeared from sight. "I promise I won't look, there's even a second panel inside that lets you seal the window." Mooreau didn't wait for a response, but briskly walked back over to where he had been sitting.

Martin warily went to the door, expecting some new trap. It opened and he stepped inside. Before anything else, he pushed the button near the two way mirror and sighed with some relief as a panel slid down to cover the opening. His attention turned immediately to the woman sitting on the large cushion. She was watching him intently and almost panting. "Carrie?" The woman nodded enthusiastically. "Can you understand me? What did they do to you? Don't worry, I'll think of something to get us out of this."

Carrie shook her head defiantly. She pulled him closer to him and drew him into a kiss. Her hand immediately went to his cock, rubbing it enthusiastically through his pants. He pushed away from her slightly, "You can't be serious?" She nodded again. Then she leaned back and spread her legs, showing off her wet sex and her big tits. Despite himself, the sight of her was getting him aroused. Then, without warning, she grabbed his head and pulled him down onto her tits. "--Mmmph!" he managed to exclaim before her nipple shoved into his mouth. A sweet spurt of milk splashed onto his tongue. The shock subsided and his mouth closed around her nipple. After a moment of pause, he sucked. The stream of milk spurted into his mouth once again. It tasted wonderful. He'd never once considered the idea of latching his mouth onto his girlfriend's spurting nipple and drinking down the rich, creamy milk, but now he couldn't believe he'd ever gone without it.

He came up for air and rose to kiss her. Her hands moved underneath his shirt, rapidly pulling it away so that she could feel him against her. Martin brought his hand up and pressed into the divine flesh of his girlfriend's new udders. She mooed in pleasure and he hesitated. Oh god, he's turned her into a monster. But she's still so beautiful. Fuck, she's even more beautiful now. I can't let her stay like this...but she seems to love it. While his mind raced with confusion, Carrie moved her hands down and inside of his pants. She took hold of his rock hard cock and started to stroke up and down. It was enough to make Martin's mind shut off as instinct took over.

As he rose off of her to finish undressing, she rolled over and got on her hands and knees. Her hooves clacked together before she spread her legs wide, giving her boyfriend a full view of her glorious ass and pussy. She could remember how much Martin had loved her petite ass and hoped her new, fuckable rump wouldn't make him cum too soon. Her fat tits squashed into the cushion as she arched up to give him easy access. Martin's cock stood out, harder than he ever remembered, as he moved closer to the proffered pussy. He moved his hand between her legs and pushed a single finger deep into her sex. She mooed again, but this time it did not make him hesitate, instead his cock throbbed harder. "Oh, does my little cow want to get fucked? Are you going to moo and squeeze your tits while I shove my cock in this hot pussy?"

Carrie grunted in approval as her hips rocked up and down on his invasive finger. She mewled in disappointment as he pulled his finger away, but then she felt his firm grip grab her tail and pull it to the side. His other hand took a greedy hold of her full rump as his cock slid between her thighs. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck my big titted cow until she cums." His cock nudged its way between her drenched lips and with no resistance, he pushed inside of her. Molten warmth enveloped his cock. He struggled to remember the other times they'd fucked and how tight her pussy had been then, but this was something entirely different. Carrie's pussy clamped down on him, surrounding him with pure bliss as he started to stroke in and out of her. Martin hunched over her, letting his body curve against her wonderful thick ass. His hand reached underneath her to paw at her swollen tits, each touch causing a new stream of white milk to spray beneath her.

Martin could not believe the wild lust that had seized him. He'd always been passionate, but not like this. A primal need drove him to fuck her. He wanted to bring her absolute pleasure. He wanted to fill her up with his seed until her stomach bloated with it. He grabbed her supple hips and started to slam into her harder and harder. Even through her new, furry coat, the wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the room as he bred his hucow. Carrie moaned and mooed as pleasure rocked through her body. She could sense his orgasm nearing and strained to reach between them and cup his balls. She loved the feel of him inside of her, but she wished he were bigger, more like a bull for her. She grabbed hold of his balls and gently tugged as he bottomed out inside of her. A flood of cum sprayed deep into her womb. Martin's eyes squinted shut as the blinding pleasure overwhelmed him. He came harder than ever before as Carrie's pussy milked each and every drop of cum from his cock. Finally spent, he collapsed forward.

He tried to catch his breath as Carrie nestled into the crook of his body. She was still his girlfriend, he realized, but her body was like a goddess. She kissed him gently and pulled his arm over her, ready to snuggle into a deserved sleep. Martin enjoyed the moment for a while, resting with his hucow, stroking her wonderful body. Then he knew he had business to settle. He got dressed and went out to speak with Mooreau.

--

"Ah, Martin, did you _enjoy_yourself?" Mooreau asked with a devilish smile.

"What happens now?" Martin asked, still slightly out of breath.

"Well, would you still like to go home?"

"She can't go back like that. What would people think? They'd treat us like monsters."

"You're both welcome to stay here. The others would love the company."

"Others?"

Mooreau smiled. He walked over to a panel on the wall near the door marked "A". At his touch, a much larger window opened and revealed almost three dozen women in a very large room, all equal in beauty to Carrie. "You see, we've been working for quite some time. When the formula was successful, every woman in the compound immediately volunteered. In a few more years, we'll have a market ready product. In the meantime, we've begun work on phase II."

"What's that?"

Mooreau slapped him on the back. "If you're interested in volunteering, every herd needs a bull."