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The midday sun loomed over a small farmhouse, nestled in farmland. The building's age was clear in the worn fence surrounding the area, the faded paint on the walls, and the vines slowly creeping over the southside of the building. The barn nearby had holes in the walls and roof, and the fields beyond it had been reclaimed by the native plants of the area, bushes and trees filling the pastures. Even the dirt path leading to the property was worn out for what it was, pits and grasses marking the surface.

The state of the road made for a bumpy drive as a pair of folk brought their car into the property, pulling to a stop a short distance away. From the passenger's seat, a small mouse looked over the building, while a larger fox turned off the engine.

"So, this is that house you got?" Lurker asked, his tail uncurling as they pushed open the door to look around.

"Yeah, it's a bit of a fixer-upper, but it was pretty cheap, so..." Kolt explained, his paws crunching on the ground as he walked around his hood.

"Cheap for you, maybe. Then again, with all the renovations it needs, I think you're gonna spend a bunch anyway!" Lurker teased, his dark-furred fingers tapping on the freestanding mailbox, only for it to suddenly tip over with a loud crash. Kolt looked on sheepishly, his crimson fur hiding his embarrassed blush.

"Maybe! Let's take a look around, first, see if there's anything still good, where the problems are..."

Lurker nodded, treading over the stones leading to the door. "I take the house, you take the barn?"

"Sounds fair. Call if something happens?"

"Of course!"

With a small nod, the two friends split up, Kolt making his way to the barn through a mass of tall grasses while Lurker stepped cautiously up the stairs to the door. Already they were thinking about the possibility of installing ramps, and as they fished out their copy of the house's keys they thought about how they got roped into this. He liked Kolt, they were friends, but evidently the fox hadn't thought through the land purchase very well. At least he'd inherited enough cash that this wouldn't hurt if it went wrong.

Setting his disappointment aside, he shouldered their way into the home. The insides were, fortunately for them, much nicer than the outside; still dusty, with a small leak in a corner and some water damage, but at least something he could navigate safely. He ran a furred finger along a table as he explored the living room that served as an entrance; it came back coated in dust, and they coughed a little when they tried to wipe it back off.

Starting their examination revealed that, as they expected, only the big, impractical to move furnishings were left behind; the couch and tv were in place, but there was nothing to actually use the tv for, and a look behind the table showed it was unplugged anyways. A drawer to the side was mostly empty, just scraps of paper and dead bugs. Lurker guessed that anything worth keeping was left either because of it being too large, or by accident.

Making his way to the kitchen, he didn't bother with any of the drawers, instead simply turning on the sink. He smiled as he saw the water starting to flow, only for their mood to sour as flakes of rust began to spill. They decided against trying out the stove afterward, brushing past it to look in the fridge. Thankfully empty of food, it all the same had a foul smell of spoiled milk that assaulted his snout before they slammed the door shut.

By now, this was starting to feel like a wash to Lurker; he knew Kolt meant well, but this promised country trip wasn't a fun break so much as a tour of a rotting wreck. Still, as he opened a door into a ground-level bedroom, he saw there wasn't a complete lack of hope; the lights in the room worked, a soft pink blanket rested on the bed, and warm light streamed through the windows. As they stepped inside, they could even feel the difference; there was less dust in the air, on the ground.

Running a paw along the blankets, Lurker already felt the urge to simply lie down and rest for a moment, but knew better. Instead, he first ran a hand along the top of the bed, feeling around for any tears that could expose the springs; that done, he kneeled down, his phone's flashlight revealing the underside of the bed. As they checked for any hidden damage, however, they were distracted by a bright yellow flash, covering his eyes before reaching in to see what it was.

His hands gripped a cold metal, a loud clanging noise coming from the object as they dragged it out of its hiding spot. He turned it over, looking at the brass surface, one thumb sliding inside to silence the ringer hanging in it. A cowbell, that someone had left behind for some reason. They looked at the string attached to the outside, and with a small shrug, brought it over their head, taking a moment to tighten it so it could properly hang around his neck.

They giggled a little as they tapped it with a finger, the ringing much nicer sounding than before. It was oddly soothing, even, as it continued to softly jingle with every step he took around the room, looking for anything else of note. Sadly there were no other treasures, but the room was still in a good condition as is; they even thought some of the dust had already cleared up by the time he left, making his way to the bathroom so they could see how they looked wearing the bell.

Luckily, the smell in there was actually good; although they didn't trust the plumbing the last owners had cleaned the space, letting him focus on the mirror. As they looked they paused for a moment, leaning in closely; some darker spots had formed on their fur, and he wondered when he'd gotten so dirty. At least the bell looked nice, supported by a leather collar. Before they could question the previously unnoticed shift, however, a quick movement made the bell ring out again, putting him at least even as the spots grew darker.

They smiled as they ran a finger through their fur, not minding the small changes in texture spreading through the spots. Lurker hadn't expected this, nor had he wanted it, but it didn't feel bad, as another jingle sounded from the bell. Their chest was feeling a bit tight, but they assumed that was just some nervousness from the exploration of the house. He brought a finger up again to ring the bell, before turning their attention to the rest of the room.

He treaded lightly as he gave an experimental flush of the toilet, happy to see it in working order. A check behind the mirror confirmed the medicine cabinet was empty, and Lurker thought for a moment that it was a high priority to change. It struck them as an odd thought, but as they turned and the bell jingled, they reassured themselves that it was good to be mindful of safety even with the house's poor state. On stepping outside, he glanced at the basement stairs, and discounted visiting when they saw the water pooled at the bottom, which left them with going up as their only option to keep exploring.

When Lurker began to climb to investigate the upper floor, their feet began to feel sore, pressing against their shoes. Turning at the top of the flight, they sat, pulling away his shoes to see what was happening. Their toenails were expanding, the digits themselves merging together, only two left on each foot outside of small nubs on the back. They wiggled their new hooves, watching as they grew.

One hand resting on the floor, Lurker brought their other to their chest as it grew tighter in their shirt. Their touch felt different, more sensitive, only a little but enough for them to notice. Pulling their shirt up to investigate, they saw their breasts, slowly swelling, nipples a bright pink that stood out from the fur. The fur itself was growing thicker in some spots, but their stomach was noticeably thinning out instead, more skin becoming exposed. The bell rang out when their shirt passed over it, the calming sound reassuring them that as unusual as this was, it wasn't anything to worry about.

They smiled as they squeezed one of their growing teats, noting the hard nails covering their fingers and thankful it was only affecting the tips. Somehow they felt turned on, although they noticed how they didn't feel any tighter in their pants. In fact, they felt smaller, their cock shrinking, balls pulling between a small gap slowly forming. It was at this point Lurker realized how their body's sex was shifting.

And, as she thought about it, she didn't find herself minding so much, even without the bell making any noise from her small movements. Her mental self was catching up to her physical self as she stood back up, pulling her pants down to both better see herself and preemptively work around the small swelling in her hips. Calling herself a "she" felt weird, but oddly good, the physical changes a good excuse to experiment.

Taking a few experimental steps, Lurker found herself adjusting to her new body quickly, a welcome surprise as she listened to the pleasant click of her hooves on the floor. Her hips swung a little more with every step, her thighs and calves growing thicker. As she stepped into another bedroom, she felt an extra sensation from her belly; her new chest made it hard to see, but she could feel a set of extra sensitive points along her stomach.

This one was fairly dusty, and it was plain to see how the ceiling had suffered water damage. A run of her new hooves on the bed showed tears in the mattress as well, and she shook her head, a small pain starting to arise in her scalp. This house was in no state to live in, and she was going to have a firm talk with Kolt about it later. As she made her way back out, she noticed that she was closer to the top of the doorframe, her growth affecting her height now.

The next bedroom was better than the last, but still a mess; at some point an animal had broken the window, pieces of glass still on the floor. Despite not needing to, Lurker found herself opening the closet, thankful to find a dustpan and broom to safely wipe away the glass, justifying it to herself as helping her practice with her new hands. Her tail twitched and flicked, hair on it growing thicker while the tail itself shrank, another small change that she felt like she should be alarmed by. As she sat on the bed to take a break, however, another jingle came from her bell, a smile spreading across her slowly widening muzzle as she accepted that this new body was more appropriate for a farm.

The final room to check was the attic; another set of stairs made it easy for Lurker to access, and she was relieved to see that despite the growth of mold and yet more damage from the weather and burst pipes, the room was safe to walk in. She giggled when she noticed a mirror, covered in a tarp; pulling it aside she took a moment to admire her body, from her newly grown breasts that were too big for one hand to hold, to her still growing bovine muzzle, to her thick hips and firm hooves. A quick ruffle through her hair showed her earlier headache was the product of twin horns, short but strong; her ears were starting to shrink,round tips turning pointed as they twitched. She wasn't sure what to think of the growing teats on her belly, her new udder swaying with each movement, but a small squeeze of one led to a pleasant sensation.

Lurker couldn't help but smile, a soft moo coming from her lips as she turned to examine herself some more. The bell jingled loudly, and any fear she had over the fact that her udder was slowly filling out, the final change to her body. Her enjoyment was short-lived when Kolt sent her a text, her alarm audible even from a floor below. As she made her way back down, she scooped her clothes into one arm, her other taking the phone to read the message.

"Barn's a mess, nothing good there. You find anything?"

She giggled to herself before sending out her response. "Yes, I found something you'll wanna see. I'll be in the house."

When Kolt opened the door, he was a bit confused. He didn't see his friend anywhere, and the dirty and damaged state of the room, while better than the barn, still left much to be desired. Treading carefully, his bare paws at risk of stray nails, he made his way further inside, before hearing a voice come from one of the doors nearby.

"Is that you, Kolt?"

"Who is this?" he asked, the voice deep and feminine, and yet still familiar. Stepping inside, he was shocked to see the big, naked cow on the bed, a pile of clothes set aside while she smiled.

"It's me, Lurker! This bell, ah, had some effects on me~"

As she spoke, she brought a hoof up, giving the bell a gentle tap. By now, nothing happened to her other than a small pleasant feeling when it jingled, but Kolt was instantly calmed as he heard it, stepping inside and closing the door. Lurker gave a small, sweet smile, leaning back, her udder on full display. She squeezed a teat, a few drops of milk dripping out onto the ground.

"Kolt, would you be a dear and help me, ah, deal with this?"

The fox paused, Lurker's request a new surprise. He stepped back a moment before approaching, still unsure whether to go through or not. Yeah, he was close with Lurker, but this was a lot more intimate than normal, seeing her naked, having her ask to be milked. And yet, as she adjusted her stance, gently tapping her bell, he found himself nodding along, approaching her.

"Good boy. I need this emptied before we drive back, or else I'll make a mess in the car~"

Kolt kneeled down, bringing a hand up to give an experimental squeeze. A small spray of milk dripped into his fur, and he pulled back in surprise. He didn't know how full she was, but he knew this would just make a mess in its own right.

"Um, do you want me to get a bucket, or...?"

She simply smiled, giggling a little before speaking.

"Why? Your mouth is right there, dear."

Seeing him still hesitating, Lurker gave her bell a tap, the sound echoing through the room for a moment.

"How about you at least taste it?"

Absent-mindedly, Kolt nodded; it would be worth at least trying it, yeah? He already had some in his fur, which he slowly lapped up, tongue running across his hand and arm. The milk was rich, just the right thickness, sweet and salty in exactly the way he preferred. For a brief moment, he tried to recall if he even liked milk on its own, before shrugging it off, bending down and looking at the four teats before him.

After a few seconds to choose, he began to wrap his lips around the top-left nipple, taking a firm grasp as he brought it into his mouth. He was careful with his teeth as he settled himself, arms wrapping around Lurker for support, and he soon felt a firm hoove on his head.

"Go on, dear, be a good boy and drink up~"

With the sounds of Lurker's encouragement and the jingling bell, Kolt found himself unable to resist. He blushed, a part of him still embarrassed by this situation even as he found himself enjoying the lovely taste and texture of her milk, fresh from the tap. The more he suckled, slowly emptying out her teat, the less shame he felt; it was right to drink milk from one's teats, after all, something natural and harmless.

He pushed his head in a bit closer, trying to savour the taste as much as he could, drawing milk, holding it in his muzzle, and then swallowing. It took him a few moments to find just the right sweetspot to drink, but soon the flow slowed and stopped. He pulled away and looked up into Lurker's eyes, seeing a mix of care and amusement in her eyes.

"Now, dear, you're not done yet. You need to drain all the teats~!"

"I... yes, I should..."

Kolt vaguely recalled reading about how udders worked when he was buying the land, not realizing then how useful it would be. He closed his eyes, letting the touch and taste of Lurker guide him, his fingers ruffling her fur as he began to drink again. He was happy to help her, it felt good for him to help Lurker with her milk. The more he drank, the more he felt like he should help support her in general, and in turn she'd support him.

As the rich cream dried up, he moved on to the third. He was a good boy, and good boys helped people. Lurker's gentle cooing, and the sounds of the bell, helped ease him along, a soft comfort to go with his drinking. Kolt felt himself prioritizing what Lurker wanted, his belly already starting to fill even as he kept going, finishing off the teat and moving on to the final one.

He took his time with this, both because of how much he was, and to enjoy the taste as much as possible. A small part of him felt like it was an attempt at resistance, at asserting himself, but it was soon drowned out when Lurker spoke.

"Such a good boy for mommy, aren't you?"

With that, his willingness to disobey her vanished; he was a good boy for his new mommy. They both still knew she wasn't really his mother, of course, but it felt right for him to consider her mommy, not just a friend of his. As he kept drinking up, happy to help his mommy, happy to enjoy her milk, he heard her speaking to him again.

"You know, I think I'm enjoying this house... how about once we get it fixed up, we move out here?"

Kolt nodded, still suckling, the milk eventually slowing. With her udder fully drained, he stood up, smiling softly at her.

"Of course, mommy, we'll make this a lovely home."