New Found Formula III
#24 of New Found Form
New Found Formula III
By Von Krieger
Clyde raised her head and blinked a few times. Her tummy had been rumbling, demanding food for quite a while, and it seemed like she'd been eating for hours; just swallowing mouthfuls of alfalfa hay. She thought that was rather weird for a moment, but giggled as she recalled what had happened to her. Something strange and something wonderful. She stood back from the hay bale that had been placed in the corner and began to admire herself, a grin spreading across her face.
For what seemed like the first time in a long time her large, athletic body wasn't aching for sex, with everything possible seeming to leak and throb. Looking at herself now, there was hardly a trace of the man Clyde used to be. A few features in the face perhaps, and the particular color that remained in her long, sleek, salt and pepper hair. But Clyde's body was no longer that of a middle-aged man, but rather an Amazonian young woman with several decidedly bovine features. The shemale cowgirl ran her three-fingered hands over her toned, well-built, athletic body. Since she'd started feasting upon hay, she'd grown again. Her discarded overalls nearby looked absolutely tiny. If Clyde had to guess, she'd put herself at around the upper sevens or low eights in height.
She was absolutely huge, and very powerful. She felt like she could lift her tractor off the ground and play catch with it. Well, maybe not actually that strong, but she sure felt like it. It would be so useful, being like this. The huge cowgirl grinned and dug her fingers into the big bale of hay next to her. It took little effort to lift the half-finished roll off the ground. Clyde could lift the full ton bales easily, she was sure. It would be much easier than hauling them around using the tractor, he'd had a few tipping scares using it. Just picking it up and carrying it to where it needed to go would be so much easier.
She almost felt disappointed that the four heavy breasts upon her torso had not yet fully filled with milk again. Milking had been so much fun, and she was gleefully looking forward to her next session. She felt rather proud that she was helping to contribute to the milk industry, not merely as her farm's overseer, but also as one of the milk cows herself. The very thought of someone drinking her milk, not knowing the origin made her giggle some more.
Clyde let out a pleased sigh as she rubbed her somewhat rounded middle. She still likely had her innards floating in a tide of boosted bull spunk, and she probably had a stomach, or four, full of hay which added to the roundness. She rather liked the look of the rounded belly upon herself, and the shemale found herself wishing that she had the full feminine equipment down there. Though her big boobs made seeing below the waist a bit awkward, Clyde didn't need to see her lower body in order to get a sense of what had happened. Her knees bent in the other direction now, making it easier to walk upon her huge, broad hooves. She ran her hands over her broad hips and rump, concentrated on making her tail sway, then cupped her large balls and fondled her sheath.
If you'd told him a few days previous that Clyde would not only enjoy, but absolutely love being a big, busty, cattle-humping cowgirl, he'd have probably called the county health authority to come in and pick up a wandering loony. But having experienced the changes, felt the wonder of the powerful, beautiful body she now had, Clyde realized she wouldn't take her old body back for anything.
Her mind kept going back to the different formulas, and it was pretty likely that she'd been exposed to all of them now, though she'd only gotten secondhand exposure to the male and the milking enhancers. The milking one was supposed to be injected, after all, and she found herself contemplating tracking down the bottles and giving herself a full strength injection of the stuff.
Just as she was about to turn around and seek out the stuff, it seemed someone beat her to it, as she felt a tiny cold pinch upon her rump, shortly followed by a cute giggle. A pair of three-fingered hands was gripping Clyde's middle, hugging her to a larger body seemingly built like her own, covered with working muscle and sporting four large breasts.
"Mmm... been nappin' on the job, boss. Leavin' ol' Nellie to do the work of getting' the right stuff passed around to all the right people. Well, cows before, cow-people now. Or least they will be pretty soon," drawled a sexy voice in Clyde's bovine ear.
She spun around, eyes wide. She gasped in awe at the sight of the titanic woman that used to be her old milk cow. There was no doubt about it; the white and black blotches upon the woman's short, almost velvet-like fur were definitely Nellie's. It did make a bit of sense, after all if Clyde had ended up being part cow because of the formulas it stood to reckon that a cow taking them would end up becoming part human. But unlike Clyde, Nellie didn't seem to have gained much mass, aside from what the beefing up formula had done. It seemed instead that all her weight and mass had been shifted around to produce a huge cowgirl that weighed the same as she had as a cow. That made for a very, very big woman, and Clyde couldn't help but gawk. She hadn't a clue how big Nellie was, but it made her feel like a child, or at the very least a pint-sized little sister.
The transformed bovine grinned, spreading her arms and turning slowly in place, allowing Clyde to view her from every angle. She seemed to be very much like Clyde, scaled up, except for one major difference: Nellie not only sported four large breasts, she'd also kept the udder on her belly.
"Really lovin' the new me, boss. Though I do reckon that I'd like to tan the hide of whoever decided it was a good idea to leave the ol' milkbag right here and then decide to put in some new plumbin' underneath," she said, lifting up her udder.
Clyde hadn't really noticed it before, but a part of the seemingly gravity-defying positioning of the udder was due to the fact that it was getting quite a bit of support from the massive hard-on right beneath it.
"Get a little excited and then the blasted thing starts rubbin' ya when ya walk. Gets a gal all randy, riled up, and in the mood to just about jump some fella's bones. Just ask ol' Samson 'bout that. He stomped off in a huff earlier, lookin' to find someone smaller to pick on and prove his manhood," Nellie said, running her hand through Clyde's long hair.
"Though we ain't gonna hafta worry 'bout that anymore. Sam's gonna be one of the gals right soon. Probably going to be the biggest of the bunch, but I think once he learns how much fun it is to be a she, I think we'll be wavin' buh-bye to all those attitude problems. Right, boss?"
Clyde couldn't get her mouth to form words; all she could do was to stare in awe as her brain tried to process things. Her dairy herd was going from four-legged cows to sexy cowgirls. No wonder there'd been all sorts of construction on the Anders farm, and why there were the fences and guards to keep folks out.
"Now I'm hopin' yer not upset, but I went and gave you a bit of a boost to make sure that you'll be on par with the other gals here, boss. I've got a pretty good idea of how this all works, seems like there's somebody whisperin' in mah head and tellin' me what to do with what and in what amounts to get the right effect." She gave Clyde a playful shove onto the big pile of loose hay and flopped down next to her, one hand caressing the farmer's belly.
"Now for the most part you're not gonna get folks as big as folks that used to be cows. Requires some stuff we just don't got here, a bit of the ol' magic closer to the source rather than a few miles downstream like we ended up with. But with a little mixin' I made sure you'll be puttin' out as much milk as any of the other gals. Hope you don't mind, I jus' thought you wouldn't want to be left out."
Clyde found herself almost panting from the touch, blood had begun surging to her loins the moment she'd laid eyes on Nellie, but the girl-cow's caress had gotten her instantly turned on. She finally managed to find her tongue, "N-no, I don't mind."
"Good," Nellie said with a grin. "Been wantin' to return the favor from earlier."
"F-favor?" Clyde managed to stammer, a moment before it felt like someone took a handful of his guts and pulled them all into knots while tickling them all with feathers at the same time. The shemale cowgirl doubled over, unable to contain her giggles at the strangeness of the sensation. It felt like there was something swirling around in her middle, flesh flowing like clay, things being pushed around to make room for something brand new that was beginning to form within her. She managed to fix her gaze on Nellie, her eyes filled with an inquisitive longing, though she couldn't voice the words.
"Yup, you're gonna be one of the gals, boss, and that means you gotta have all the girly parts, not just the milky ones."
Clyde finally managed to unclench herself as the tight, fluid sensation of her growing womb transitioned into the familiar warmth and stretching of her previous transformations. She could feel her breasts filling with milk again at an incredibly rapid pace, muscles altering and skin shifting to accommodate walking around with the much larger milkbags that would be the envy of the girl-cows half again her size. She feared they would look silly on her, obscene. But somehow they seemed right on her, perfect. In a few moments Clyde couldn't imagine ever having anything else.
A pleasured groan came from Clyde as she began to caress her newly mightened mammaries, just as Nellie continued to stroke her belly and began to fondle behind the shemale's big balls. Clyde's back arched as she was a shemale no longer, but a full on hermaphrodite, sporting the very best of both worlds.
That leaking, aching, throbbing lust that had been finally vanquished earlier returned in full force; seemingly having grown all the more massive in its absence, especially now that Clyde sported an additional aspect to leak and throb. She cried out as Nellie's fingers brushed against her new netherlips.
"Ain't it just horrible? All your bits just achin', wantin' somebody to give 'em some tender lovin' care. Though 'least this time there ain't gonna be a species 'n language barrier ta get in the way." She grinned and pulled her hand away, drawing a lowing grunt of annoyance from Clyde.
Nellie giggled as she lifted up her former owner with one hand, positioning her just right to let gravity do all the work of getting all of her massive manhood inside Clyde. The former human threw her head back and cried out with delighted bliss as her body easily accepted something that should be all accounts break her in half. Her own manhood found itself sandwiched between Clyde's body and Nellie's udder.
The farmer let out another loud, long moan as she felt the same swelling that had boosted her breasts, but more than a bit lower. She felt her belly balloon outwards, forming into her own udder, small at first, but growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment.
Clyde's expanding milkbag pressed against her shaft, pressing her cock tighter and tighter. She couldn't help but buck and thrust, her huge spurts of pre providing far more than enough lubrication. Panting, she managed to hook her hooves behind Nellie's legs, pulling herself even tighter against her lover. The big girl-cow let out a cry of her own as the pressure upon her udder forced milk from her teats. Clyde hugged herself against Nellie; breasts, udder, and cock all rubbing against soft, smooth, slickened skin. The two hermie cowgirls pressed and ground against one another, unable to stop themselves even if they wanted to.
Clyde was the first to climax, her hot, gooey warmth just about absolutely coating the two from head to toe. But that paled in comparison to the tsunami of seed that surged into Clyde's newly formed womb. It felt like what she'd gone through with Samson, only ten time more, and ten times better.
Clyde had no idea how long she just laid there atop Nellie, clinging tightly to her lover as if afraid she'd drown in a sea of pleasure. It seemed like forever before the girl-cow coaxed her cock from Clyde's cunny.
"Mmm... better'n the last time you 'n me had fun, that's for sure," murmured the former cow.
"Golly, I bet I'm going to be sloshing around for days with alla this," muttered the former human, rolling off Nellie's bulk to lie in the hay beside her.
Nellie chucked and passed a familiar item to the farmer, "Ya went 'n left these here. I made sure to put 'em up out of the way before I put ya to bad last night."
Clyde looked down at the bundle; her straw hat, pipe, and tobacco pouch. She grinned and placed the hat on her head, it was far too small for her now and looked almost comical. The pipe was also small, but it would do for now. She nodded to the pouch and looked to Nellie, "Hope you don't mind, or would you prefer I go outside?"
The girl-cow giggled and shook her head. "Nope. 'Sides, that's a kind of human thang, ain't it? Havin' a smoke after hot, steamy sex?"
Clyde chuckled and nodded her agreement. "Gosh but are we a mess. I dunno if I could even fit in my front door, much less the shower."
"Oh don't worry about that. The cats'll clean it up." Nellie said, offhandedly.
"Cats?" Clyde asked with wide eyes.
"Apparently until the changes get settled, takes about two days, raw fluids seem to have a bit of an effect on anything a bit similar. So we've got the farm cats on their way up to bein' part of the herd. Itty bitty gals, no udders mind you, but a couple more boobies to 'em. Whispers in my head say it won't go any further than that," Nellie said.
"Kinda tickles a bit when they lick ya, 'course that might on occasion lead to more mess. But we won't have to worry 'bout that for awhile. No sense cleaning up a mess when yer just gonna get more."
Clyde sat bolt upright, having sucked in a bit too much smoke at the comment. "Wait, more mess?"
Nellie giggled and tousled her lover's hair. "Plenty more mess! After all, the whole herd wants tah properly thank ya!"
The farmer's eyes couldn't get any wider. "The WHOLE herd?"
"Yupper! Golly, just imagine how you're going to explain tah yer first calf who Daddy is."
No, it seemed they most certainly could.
"My first WHAT?"