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The long walk to get the mail from the farmhouse, especially in the summer heat like this, was one of Belle's least favorite tasks on the farm. Not only was the walk one she took after eight hours of seeing after the farm's dairy cows, so she was already tired, hot, and smelling awful, but their oversized mailbox was never not overflowing with ads for various tractor or animal supply company, or some college sending her more materials she didn't ask for. Add to that this whole growing chaos with this new disease or phenomena that's happening around the country and it was just so much to bear. That it was only Monday made it a little worse.

Belle was twenty-two and after a stellar school career both scholastically and in sport, where she was a track star, she had decided to take a year and work on her family's farm before going off to college. This turned from a one year stint into life as the farm was growing and her hands were needed. Turns out that may have been a good decision, seeing how some of the more populated areas were dealing with this thing's spread. She had a slim frame, long, brunette hair she currently had in a ponytail, and green eyes that her mother said meant she was born of land. Whatever it meant, it didn't matter much as she lumped all of their mail into her arms and headed back up to the house.

She was dressed that day in what was her usual, jean overalls, long sleeved brown work shirt, and her work boots. The stink of the morning's work, since 3:30 AM, was on her and the sun was just baking it in.

Entering through the backdoor after having thrown out the obvious junk mail, Belle could smell her mother grilling up sandwiches for the three of them and two of the workers, Ted and Carl, that helped out on the farm as well.

"Another day, another batch of- what's everyone looking at?" Belle asked as he noticed everyone looking in one direction. She then realized they were watching the small television on the counter.

"Shhhh," her dad said to Belle before turning to her mother and asking, "Could you turn the sound up?"

"Sure, hun," Belle's mother replied, leaning over to turn the volume knob. As she did, Belle sat down at the kitchen table next to Ted and started slowly opening letters while watching what appeared to be another news report.

"...and the exact cause and source is still yet unexplained, though experts from various world organizations have offered possible explanations, none have been able to forward any way to undo the changes once things set in," the male reporter said in a tone that seemed to be recapping a recent interview. "To go back to the top story, the mysterious contagion, colloquially now referred to as 'The Heat', continues to spread over the country in patterns that are proving hard to track. How the spread occurs is still not known, mass spreading methods like water or air attacks seem unlikely due to the sporadic nature of the cases. What we do have a good understanding of what happens once someone is infected. For more on that, we return to our medical correspondent, Dr. Harriet Sinclair. Doctor,"

The camera then swung to a lovely dark haired woman with glasses, a tight fitting lab coat, and sharp blue eyes. "Thank you, Franklin. Yes, as you mentioned, we do have a better understanding of exactly how symptoms show themselves and while the changes that occur have been shown to vary wildly, they do always seem to follow a pattern," the doctor explained in a rather monotone voice. As she did, Belle opened more of the mail, stacking things into piles with bills, orders, business, personal, and the garbage bin nearby for junk. "Arousal seems key in triggering this and if you're experiencing any sort of increased libido shift that is out of the ordinary, we suggest you contact your physician or the nearest Federal Aid Station that can help run preliminary tests to determine if you do indeed have this 'Heat', as we're calling it. From there, the current treatment does include inducing the changes that were at first a rumor but we can confirm: people are transforming into animals as a result of this virus. The species have been shown to vary wildly, from mice, to livestock, to exotic animals but regardless, the same track of gradual change while submitting to further sexual desires. This happens until the transformation reaches a tipping point of sorts and completes itself. From that point on, treatment is to lock the person into an appropriately sized contained area where they are kept from any other animal, especially their own species, as breeding while changed will cause the changes to become irreversible, at least so far as all testing has shown. However, if they can go for roughly fifty hours without sexual contact, their changes will revert over four to six hours. At which point the person will be returned with only slight cognitive issues but also an immunity to the virus, as far as we can tell."

Belle listened and all of it was the same as she had heard that morning, though she hadn't heard about people turning into exotic animals. That made her a little curious but also quite nervous, since they had no idea how this spread.

"Stuff's scary, man," Ted, a nervous man on the best of days, said to Belle's father.

Never one to appear shaken, Belle's father just scratched his unkempt, short beard. "Yeah, well, we're far enough away that I think we're safest of all. Most of these cases happen in cities and places where people are packed like sardines. We'll be fine," he said before trembling with fear. "But that's a damned horrible way to go. Turning into a damned beast like that? Whew."

"It is just horrible to think about," Belle's mom said sadly as she looked away from the screen and back to lunch.

"Probably something from some other country's weapon's lab. Or some sort of sinful plague from the Gods," the other worker, Carl, offered. He was slightly older and prone to conspiracy theories and general paranoia, but was great with cows.

As she listened to them all talk, Belle opened what looked to be an ad and turned out to be just that, with a perfume for sale along with a small sample. Scratching and sniffing out of curiosity along, Belle balked at the overly strong aroma which was like sugar in her nostrils. It was only after rubbing her nose and tossing the ad into the garbage that she noticed everyone was looking at her.

"Sorry, stinky perfume," she said with a smile before she and everyone else turned back to the television where images of people looking like freaks, torn between humanity and one animal or another. By the end, everyone was looking away and Belle's mother took the step to turn it off.

"I suppose that's enough worry for now. Here's lunch, everybody," mom said as everyone was served.

After lunch, everyone broke off into their regular duties with the men heading towards the hay fields while Belle went to one of their smaller barns where they kept their two bulls, Bruce and Big Earl, with the task of brushing them down and cleaning up. She knew the two well, having been there for the birth of Bruce herself, and both bulls were always calm and trusting around her, which is why this job usually fell to her.

"You two don't have to worry about what's going on out there in the world. Just your usual duties," she told them while brushing Bruce. Big Earl stood waiting for his turn, snorting and making a bit of a mess. "Really? I mostly had this place cleaned up. Really bullshit right here," she grumbled while trying to focus on Bruce while the smell got worse.

After brushing and more cleaning up, Belle left the bulls to head over to the barn with all the milking parlors in them when she was struck rather keenly by a rumble in her guts. Turning to the farmhouse instead, always preferring that to the rather depressing bathrooms they had in the barns, she took care of herself and was going to wash up when she noticed a bit of tightness in chest. When she looked in the mirror at first she was a little surprised to see her nipples noticeably hard in her shirt.

Curious, the girl slowly unbuttoned the front of her shirt until she could pull at the sport's bra she had on which was usually more than enough to carry her meager B cups. But once she looked down, she was struck by not just the rather swollen nature of her nipples, but that her breasts looked a bit meatier. Giving the right one a squeeze was a mistake, as it sent a ripple of pleasure through the unsuspecting girl.

Pulling her hand away and bracing on the sink, Belle caught her breath while ignoring the fact she was feeling a bit heated and a little wet. Stranger still, the smell of the barn which was stuck on her seemed to make her a bit more aroused. Shaking her head, she turned on the cold water and splashed her face before buttoning her shirt back up.

"Come on, girl. You've got work to do," Belle encouraged herself in the mirror. But she frowned a bit when she again noticed her nipples through her shirt. Moving her overall straps over them seemed to do a good job hiding it so she quickly dried her hands and got over to the barn.

"You're late!" her dad shouted as he was hooking up another heifer while Ted and Carl were seeing to other cows.

"Sorry, I had to stop off at the house. Where do you need me?" she asked, happy to get to work quickly and get her mind off things.

It worked as the day's second milking was absorbing work as they went through the herd quickly and efficiently. As usual, Belle was a cow whisperer and never had one behave oddly for her while the other all at one or two struggle, while Ted had about five. It made her get through more and by evening, was taking care of the cattle while the guys cleaned up.

After Ted and Carl left for the night, Belle and her father went up to the farmhouse where mom had dinner waiting.

"I'm bringing some extra help in starting tomorrow, Belle, to help with the expansion," her father said as they were finishing up their meals.

"Like, a bunch of new guys I'm guessing?" she asked.

"Yeah, about twelve or so in order to get this done quickly. We have two hundred cows coming in next Monday which means we have six days to build what we need," her father continued to explain.

"Surprised you were able to get so many people interested in a time like this," Belle's mother mentioned.

"Surprisingly, I think it helped. Giving them an excuse to get out of the city for a few days and hope it calms down while also getting paid is nice. Got'em setup in the motel over in Buffton so they'll be able to get here early and stay late to get the work done." Her father then got up and wet to wash his plate, Belle following him.

"And what would you like me to do during all of this?" Belle asked, knowing her father had something in mind.

"Well I want you mostly with the cows as we probably won't be milking them as often plus I don't want them to get spooked by all the strangers and construction that will be going on. Think you can manage that for the week?" he asked her, expecting a yes.

"Sure. Happy to see after the girls," she answered enthusiastically.

She knew the expansion of the farm was important for the family and could make or break things, especially with the world uncertain as it was now. The thought even occurred to Belle, as she was heading up the stairs to shower for the night, that people turning into livestock struck rather close to home for her. She wondered if people stuck as cows would be moved to their farm at some point. How surreal that would be, she thought as she headed into the bathroom.

Stripping out of her clothes and throwing them in the hamper, she got the water running while seeing to some quick eyebrow plucking. It was as she was doing this that her eye caught the unusual amount of bouncing happening on her chest compared to usual. Her nipples were also still quite noticeably erect and swollen too. And like before, when touched, it brought a shiver to the girl. Only this time, with the bathroom to herself and the day over, she could indulge a bit.

Stepping into the bathtub shower, she pulled the curtains and bent forward enough to indulge one hand between her legs and another on her left breast. Belle found herself easier to work up than usual and stranger still, rather just enjoying herself, her mind went back to her high school boyfriend and the times he had her bent over a hay bale in the barn during senior year. The memory of that time came back vividly to her in that moment. She could see him, smell the hay, feel his girth, and even remember the magnum condom he wore. With her hand quickly not being enough, she found a brush and its handle to penetrate herself.

Bent over more, Belle worked herself from behind while continuing to massage and work her chest. All the while letting the hot water wash over her with her mind on the thought of being fucked hard. Her first of four orgasms in the shower followed, bringing moans from the girl who tried not to be too loud but it was hard not to. By the last one, she let out 'ooooo's of pleasure as her toes curled under her.

When she finally got to washing up, most of the hot water was gone and so she had to be quick about cleaning up. She got out and dried off before throwing on a bathrobe and going quickly from the bathroom to her room and shutting the door. Shirking off the robe, she collapsed into bed, feeling exhausted and spent, both physically and mentally for some reason.

"I good nap is what I need," she said as she crawled nude into bed, pulled the covers over herself, and drifted off quickly.

She tossed and turned a lot, often sweating, but never actually waking up. Often she was feeling taken from one fanciful dream to another, with many of them being small vignettes of her with men she's either been with or wanted to be with. The images were always vivid and she often felt in the middle of a steaming cauldron.

When Belle woke up, most of the dreams drifted from her short term memory and she really only had vague feelings of arousal and the fact her body was sticky with sweat as reminders. After turning off her alarm and a big yawn, she started getting ready for another long day on the farm.

Things went as usual in the morning, with them milking the majority of the heifers by nine in the morning. It was at this time that the workers Belle's father had hired began to arrive. This is when the men gathered and began planning the week's construction out. With her own duties unrelated to that, she went to the farmhouse for a quick breakfast before heading out towards the fields.

Jumping into one of her family's four-wheeled ATV vehicles, Belle rode off down the line of the fence with the intent of looking over the herd and seeing if any stragglers were around or any were hurt. Thankfully as she drove, she saw either cows grazing or laying down in the morning sun; either relaxing or taking a nap.

Turning off the ATV, Belle opened one of the gates and entered the field to just give a closer look and make sure all the cows were calm. As ever, cows responded well to Belle's presence. Sometimes they would ignore her entirely but usually they were eager for pets and scratches when they saw one of their favorite humans approaching.

"Probably gonna be a little louder than usual the next couple days, girls. Nothing you can't handle and I'll be here for you," she told those cows that were nearest to her. One or two mooed but it could hardly be considered a response.

Belle continued around the field, avoiding cow pies while also making sure to check on each of the cows. Some she knew well and had names for, though with the few hundred they had, it was hard to recall each cow's personality. But most were happy with Belle around and were somewhat sad to see her leave.

"I'll be back with some brushes and balls," she said warmly before closing the gate behind her and getting back on the ATV.

As she rode back, she was quite struck with how much her chest was bouncing. It had been before but as she pulled up to one of the barns and got off, her hands went to her chest to find what was some obvious growth. As she stumbled into the shadow of the building, Belle tried to remember that morning when she was getting dressed how big her breasts were but it was so early, and she was still waking up, that she wasn't sure.

Once inside of the barn, and a quick check to make sure she was alone, Belle unclipped her overalls and unbuttoned her shirt. Unlike last time, she didn't need to open her bra to see that her breasts were not only a few cup sizes larger, but also clearly meatier too. Her areolas looked faded while her nipples were swollen and almost even elongated to some degree once she did pull her sports bra down.

"Fuck, they're huge," she said aghast at the fat DD cups she had. While alarmed, as she went to touch herself, she did have to admire how good they looked. Suddenly she heard a snort and looked to her right to see Bruce the bull staring at her. "Hey! No peeking!" she said jokingly to the bull before redressing herself.

Grabbing a bucket, she grabbed some brushes and a couple uninflated beach balls that the cows liked to bounce around before leaving the barn and riding back to the fields. She blew up the balls and tossed them into the groups to knock around while her brushes were kept occupied frequently. She eventually attracted most of the cows in the pasture and had a line going when she happened to check her watch.

"Darn, late for lunch. I'll be back later for you all," she said as she relinquished her position and left, though there was a line of unsatisfied cows behind her.

Back at the farmhouse, her mother looked rather flustered having just fed all the workers and seemed flustered when Belle walked in.

"You'll have to make something for yourself. I have some calls to make," Belle's mother said as she left the kitchen and went towards the home office. Left alone, Belle decided to make herself a salad along with grabbing a couple beers from the fridge. Drinking on the job was not something she wanted to be caught doing, but she was going to have all afternoon with the cows and a little buzz could help with that.

So after lunch, she packed the six beers into a small bag and headed back out to the fields where her return was very welcome. More brushing was done along with Belle casually downing the beers and keeping herself at a moderate level of buzz. It was enough mental distraction to keep her in good spirits for the most part as the afternoon wore on.

Eventually exiting the pasture and getting back on the ATV, a sudden drunk dizziness struck Belle that caused her to fail in mounting the machine.

"Perhaps I should walk back," Belle correctly told herself as she stood up, tried to fix her clothes, and again noticed just how big her tits had gotten. Giving them a squeeze, she didn't hold back a lusty moan that was driven from her lungs. With hardly another thought, she slumped down against the side of the ATV and couldn't help but pull her tits out again to marvel at them. "I don't know why they've grown so much, but I can't say that I don't love it," she giggled before squeezing the nipples and feeling her body squirm.

Her overalls didn't make it easy, but a determined Belle soon was able to get her hand down the front of herself and started fingering herself right there. Her mind drifted back to hazy thoughts of sex and it only took a little imagination and a squeeze of her swollen breasts to push her over the edge. The moos of the cows were the background noise to her several warm and wet orgasms, that left her feeling spent and happy by the end.

Feeling better, she got to her feet and started the trek back to the barns and house while also trying to make sure she didn't look disheveled or drunk. The walk back, likely due to the drink, felt like it took longer than normal but she managed and was moving in a straight line with the only real difference in her being the fact her tits were hard to hide. After putting some things away in the barn, she made her way to the farmhouse around the same time that many of her father's hired workers were leaving.

Belle wasn't normally the sort to abide male attention, but feeling on all the eyes on her as she walked in front of them, felt rather good to her. She even pushed out her chest a bit more to further entice before leaving them wanting.

"You better not be stuffing your bra just to try and impress those men," her mother reprimanded after only a glance in her daughter's direction.

"I'm not stuffing my bra. Just pushing them out a bit," Belle said in her defense as she looked over the meal that's being prepared. "Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and relax a bit. Just holler when dinner is ready."

Belle's mom gave a grunt of understanding while she tended to dinner.

Going upstairs to her bedroom, locking the door, and then stripping down was the real relief she had been seeking for the past few hours. Walking in front of the full length mirror she had, she modeled a bit in the mirror, with special attention to her swollen and perky tits which she was enjoying lifting and watch drop. Belle even thought that her hips and ass were looking more shapely too, leading the girl to believe that she had put on weight but in all the right spots.

"I'm looking fucking hot," she commented and continued viewing of herself was once again starting to fuel a need in herself.

Going under her bed for an old shoebox, she pulled out her modest sized dildo and began sucking it in order to lube up. All the while rubbing and squeezing her breasts as often as she could. Her nipples had gotten a little longer but were also exceedingly sensitive. When she finally felt the dildo was wet enough, along with the arousal between her own legs, she went forward over her bed and inserted the dildo from behind.

"Oh fuck yes, that's what I need," she moaned in her bed sheets before her pace quickened more and more. That her breasts were now big enough to support her head holding up, Belle was feeling sexier than she had thought about herself in years. Perhaps it was all the new men around, or just not having much time romance with all her farm duties, but Belle felt like she was really enjoying herself for the first time in a long time.

More orgasms followed as the woman did her best to muffle her noises while still fully enjoying herself. She attempted to switch positions a few times but nothing felt as good as being bent over for some reason. She kept at it until the call came from downstairs from her father that dinner was ready. Belle did her best to clean up and put on some baggy clothes as well to try and downplay her tits so they wouldn't be a topic of conversation.

Down at the dinner table, Belle was mostly ignored as she ate, sticking to salad, mashed potatoes, and pie for dessert while ignoring the roast that had been prepared. Her father was mostly complaining about the workers he hired and how they are paranoid about this whole 'Heat' matter.

"They can't stop talking about it. Find them gossiping or chatting or checking their phones instead of working," he bemoaned.

"Well, it is a rather serious virus," her mother said to cool her father before turning to her. "The cows haven't been distacted by the workers at all, have they, dear?"

Belle shook her head. "They've been super happy by my reckoning. Not sure how it will be for the next few days, especially with the milking routine being out of sync. That said, they love being brushed and playing with balls so I think they can manage for the week," she explained.

"Barely even saw you after the milk this morning," her father pointed out. "Which is just fine. Glad you can work well by yourself."

The compliment brought a smile from Belle, always happy to get some fatherly approval. "Happy to. I'm sure in a week we'll be all smiles with what we've got done," she says enthusiastically.

Her father sighed but nodded. "You're right. I just hope these idiots build it right. Don't need this extension collapsing on me."

Belle's father grumbled through the evening, meaning Belle was happy to back up to take a shower and head to bed. During both the shower and while falling asleep, Belle was never not touching herself or working to bring herself to orgasm at the thought of a big, fat unprotected cock sliding its way into her. By the time the final twitching orgasm causing the naked woman bent over her bed to melt into the covers and fall asleep with a smile on her face.

Another night of vivid dreams left the girl panting and hot when she woke up to the beeping of her alarm. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to remember the dreams that had worked her up but couldn't recall a single one. But as she moved the covered away, she could see the wetness between her legs like she had been having erotic dreams again.

But after waking up a bit more, it was really the size of Belle's chest that had most of her attention. While they had been modest B cups just days prior, they were swollen heavy G cups now, with elongated nipples. They hung down over her chest somewhat but were strangely perked up but something underneath. Going to the mirror and lifting up her breasts, Belle didn't know what to expect.

"Ah!" she yelped when she thought she saw a small pair of breasts, close to what she started with, just under where her larger ones were. Taking a few deep breaths, she quickly reassured herself that something like that wasn't possible. But as she lifted her breasts again, slowly, she could plainly see the two pair of breasts that had grown, though small, they were still there. "This isn't, can't be real," she said while letting go of her right breasts to inspect the smaller one under her left.

Feeling it, and the nipple, gave her immediate memories of her old breasts but then, after she was still feeling the breast, Belle could feel it growing and filling her palm more. Again pulling up both and getting closer to the mirror, she watched the modest B cups under her heavier hangers, started swelling and growing themselves, with their nipples very rapidly taking on an elongated look.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she wondered.

There was suddenly a knock at the door. "Get a move on, Belle! We got cows to milk," she heard her father say. She checked the clock and saw she's behind schedule, having spent more time on her changes than getting ready.

Dressing again in loose clothes she thought would downplay her chest, she did her best to keep away from her father, mother, and others that morning as they worked. They were usually focused on the job at hand but Belle thought that at least once or twice, Ted and Carl noticed the heavier weights in her chest. But if they did, they never said a word of it to her. They just kept working and Belle was happy for it.

As the girl dove into her work for a distraction, she noticed something rather odd when it came to hook the cow's teats up the hoses. The elongated look of the teats, even the color, made her think of how her own nipples had changed. But as soon as she started to connect the two, she shook her head and tried to put it out of mind.

What wouldn't escape her was the sheer weight her chest was putting on, with her upper and lower back starting to feel the strain. Worse still, she could feel the smaller breasts underneath her own continuing to grow on their own accord, creating an increasingly awkward situation for her to be in.

After finishing with the cows, Belle excused herself to the house and her room again where she again pulled off her top to see what had been happening to her.

Cupping her hands over her mouth, it was much worse than she thought.

The new set of breasts had grown, she had felt that and could see it now too, but it was her normal, though massively swollen, breasts that were concerning her more as they were looking more criss-crossed with veins while her cleavage had shrunk as the two breasts had gotten closer together. None of it looked right and it felt extremely taking on her.

Belle leaned forward over the mirror, trying to both think and bear the new weights on her chest.

"Why is this happening to me? What the hell is going on?" she asked herself quietly, before wincing at a dull but aching pain at the base of her spine.

"Belle! You in there?" she heard her mother ask through the door.

Belle tugged down her top and tried to catch her breath. "Yeah, yeah. I was just changing clothes quick," she explained hastily.

"Well, hurry up about it. Your dad says you need to move Bruce and Earl to some separate pastures. Some of the cows are coming into heat and they're starting to get a bit aggressive," her mother explained before Belle could hear her walking away. "Don't be long," was her mother's final warning before she was out of earshot.

"Should I tell my mom? Maybe she knows what to do?" Belle tried to convince herself while going to her dresser and taking out a few shirts. "What am I thinking. She'll think I'm crazy and if she's what's happening, will think I'm some demon," Belle figured while slipping on a few shirts, hoping that some layers would help keep her massive bust from being easily noticed.

Once feeling ready enough, Belle headed out of her room and downstairs quickly, hoping to not draw attention from her mother and, once she was outside, hoping no one else noticed her either. Thankfully she could hear the construction going on near the main barns and so felt safe going to the smaller barn quickly and hiding in there to catch her breath and wits.

"Something is definitely happening to me, but what?" She asked herself as she sat down on a hay bale and rubbed her temples in thought. It wasn't long before some things started to come together in her head though: the look of her nipples, the extra pair of breasts, and that feeling at the base of her spine... "Wait, what is that feeling?" she asked herself, finally sitting up and sliding a hand down the back of her pants.

Her hand rubbed over her ass a few times, all of which seemed fine, before pulling her hand back up. It's here that her fingers find not just a bump at the base of her spine, but a two inch protrusion of bone and skin that felt very attached to her.

Pulling her hand out quickly, her heart and mind began to race.

'It's a tail,' was the obvious answer but her first instinct was to deny it. And deny it so hard that she grabbed some black rubber overalls they usually used when doing big cleans and then exited the barn, heading towards the pasture nearest the farm under construction. Her top was loose and the layers of shirts were helping, but she could still feel the weight of them along with the bounce with every step. Added to the troubling feeling of her breasts feeling less separate and more conjoined, and she was hoping would take her mind off things.

She found Bruce and Big Earl in the pasture, chasing around a few cows while snorting and charging around. Just the sight of Belle calmed them as they both approached her happily. She fed each a carrot while tying ropes around their necks.

"So glad you two are the most well-behaved bull buddies there has ever been," she complimented them, giving them ample scratches on the head to keep them distracted. "Just need to get the smell of cows in... in heat," she repeated to herself, the words causing her to start connecting things before finishing her thought with, "Just need to get you to boys into the barn for now."

She then led the bulls away, though both did tug slightly every time they passed a heifer that seemed slightly interested in them. Belle was able to keep their attention mostly with tugs on their ropes and chin rubs. Getting them back to their barn was easy, though she noticed more than a few of the workers rubbernecking her when she walked near them. Part of her loved the attention while at the same time fearing it.

Back in the barn, she put either bull in their stall and refilled their feed and water to keep them occupied. After that, she sat back down where she had before on a hay bale and leaned back. Belle was determined to tie this together, even if it meant what she thought it did.

Checking to make sure no one was around again, she took off the straps of the rubber overalls and then pulled up her loose sweatshirt which was sweating buckets all this time.

"Oh fuck, no," she moaned when she saw what was becoming of her breasts.

No longer two overripe melons, Belle's top breasts had merged together while keeping their elongated nipples somewhat separated on the bulging mass. Feeling under this for the other breasts showed that they were not only swelling larger, but starting to merge slightly not just together, but there was also skin linking up with the upper mass. As if it was all trying to grow together.

Pulling down her sweatshirt, she wiped a sweating brow before working up enough courage to stand and tug down her rubber overalls and then her sweatpants, so she could look back and gasp at three inches of growth from the base of her spine that was nothing if not tail-like. She pulled her sweatpants up again but she couldn't not help but feel the tail's presence against her ass.

"Fuck is this that 'Heat' they're talking about?" she finally had the guts to ask herself, while she's staring at a still eating Bruce.

She tried to remember what they said about it and how arousal was a big trigger for things. At first Belle was able to tell herself she had not had sex in years, sadly, but then the couple days' increased times of masturbation was certainly odd. From something she found time for only when her parents were out and the mood was right to being unable to think straight unless penetrated by something. Even then all she could think about was being fucked and, she even realized, she was thinking a lot about unprotected sex too when thinking of past boyfriends or hookups.

Belle always naturally insisted before, not wanting to get pregnant just yet, and even having something of a leaning towards never having kids. Now for some reason, the thought of getting pregnant, and even more specifically, being bred, was not just appealing but something that was turning her on. Thoughts of being bred and her increased arousal were shaken for a moment so she could think clearly enough to know the truth.

"Fuck, it is this 'Heat' shit. But what am I changing into? I can stop this, right? I don't, I'm not gonna be an animal, right?" she asks herself, though Bruce gave a snort in her direction.

She went to find her phone to research more but forgot she left it in the house. Belle got up and opened the side door of the barn with the intent of going back to the house when she sees about eight workers sitting on the porch and on the front steps to the farmhouse. They all appeared to be eating lunch and Belle's mother was there making conversation. She knew that getting her phone would have to wait and perhaps a drive to the far out pastures was needed.

After bidding the bulls goodbye, she went out back to ride down to the fence line only to remember that she left the ATV behind due to her lacking sobriety the previous day. So in the continued heat, and in sweats and boots, she made her way down the nearly mile and a half road track. The entire time her mind was full of what exactly this Heat meant and if she was able to find it or just resist. At the very least, she knew she should refrain from future masturbation or anything like that, just to keep herself from progressing further until she knew more.

As she walked, Belle found that wrapping her arms around her chest helped keep them from moving so much or taxing her spine so badly. Though with the still very gradually growing tail, the discomfort at the base continued.

When she reached the ATV, she was relieved to see that she had not left it on or that it had been stolen, since the keys had been left in it. After making sure everything was fine with the vehicle, she turned to the fence where some ten or more cows had gathered.

"Oh my! What has you girls all excited?" she asked them with a smile.

All their eyes were on her, watching closely, as the woman approached. She had brushes she had left there overnight and once through the gate, she found their interest was mostly in being brushed more.

"Okay, okay. One at a time," she told them.

She spent the next two hours or so tending to those that had been waiting and afterwards, more stragglers were always around to tire her arms out a little more. This had caused her breasts to again sag on their own, though Belle was having a hard time looking at the mass at her chest and think of it as just her breasts anymore.

She was eventually able to take a short walk to a tree near the top of a small hill where she knew the cows tended to not mess due to the slant. Taking a seat at the base of the tree slowly, it brought momentary relief to her legs before she sunk a bit lower and sat on her rather tender tail. Grimacing but not making a noise, she attempted to readjust herself to the tail.

As she did so, she didn't notice the few weeks old calf approaching up the hill while its mother laid down in the tree's long shadow at the base of the hill. The calf stumbled but kept going towards Belle under reaching her and giving her boot a nudge with its snout.

She looks down and is a little shocked to see the calf. "Oh, hello there little guy," she greeted, giving the calf's head a pet.

The animal took it as an invitation to come closer and it wasn't long before the calf was licking at Belle's rather ponderous chest lump.

"Oh, what are you going after, curious girl," she said, now remembering the birth of the calf- something she did a lot- and finding her curiosity cute. "You sure like to explore. Your mom okay with that?" Belle asked before gradually realizing what the calf was trying to do.

With now four nipples making noticeably large bumps in her shirt, the calf was licking and trying to suckle at these like she would her mother's udder. While trying to fend the animal off, it dawned on her. Then she went from playfully pushing the calf away to a more vigorous defense that nearly toppled the calf and drawing the momma cow's ire.

Belle got up with a struggle and her back against the tree. Looking down again at herself and moving her hands around the mass that used to be her modest bust, though hardly looking fully changed yet, it was not much for Belle to see for teats and size of it and not think udder after growing up on a dairy farm. The tail was little more that added confirmation but as it continued to sink in that she was turning into a cow, something in her also started to get aroused.

"Of animals, a cow? Really?" she asked the sky while having to try little to imagine the sort of life a cow would have. She knew the milking, the grazing, the mess, the breeding, the births; all of it. It made her shiver and shake but worst of all, it turned her on. Moving her arms around her chest and pushing both hands between her legs, she moaned a little as even the slight touch made her feel the flush of arousal.

Her legs shivered and she pulled her left hand away but the right lingered. Belle looked around but knew she was miles from anyone seeing her if she wanted to indulge.

'Why are you thinking about masturbating at a time like this?' she asked herself in her own head before the obvious answer came. 'It's the damn Heat, if that is what this is.'

Feeling her sex suddenly starting to pulse before feeling wet and horny, Belle knew that somehow she had contracted this damned disease and she was beginning to understand what was implied by the name of the virus. The heat radiating between her legs was putting her mind into baby fever mode multiplied by several magnitudes.

"Shit," she said as she gave in, sank down the tree partially before tilting to the side so she could better finger and work her messy wet cunt. "Fuck I'm sensitive," she said as she felt just vaguely around her slit but was getting sensations like she was being eaten out. So when she probed just a few fingers in, while rubbing the nub of her clit, it didn't take long for thoughts of restraint and worry to be washed away.

Fingering herself in the shade of the tree, Belle's tongue hung out and eyes crossed somewhat as she enjoyed the sheer pleasure of the moment. It wasn't much to again think of her crushes working at her, but strangely it was the smell of the grass, the fur of the cows, and even their droppings, that made Belle lose herself on another level entirely. As she felt her first orgasm take her, she was more looking forward to what would be coming soon after.

For the next hour, Belle submitted to orgasm after orgasm, leaving her sweatpants and underwear stained and chest really straining but her head swam in bliss. Belle was almost convinced that the Heat was something of a blessing, as she hadn't felt pleasure like this since... ever. Even from men she had never managed to reach this level of satisfaction. It got to a point where she wondered how a man could ever really satisfy her.

By the time enough sense and reason returned to the woman to pull up her pants and get her feet under it, it was nearing six in the evening and she only had to peer in towards the barn to see all the workers' trucks were gone and there were lights on in the farmhouse.

"I really gotta go," Belle told herself as she again used the tree to right herself. Her chest still felt overgrown but she was more concerned about getting back to the house before raising any suspicions about herself.

Eventually getting to the ATV, she gathered things and bid farewell to the cows who seemed sad to see her go. Riding away, Belle was happy to tell herself that she was on top of this and after some research, was sure she could prevent any further changes from occurring. Even as she thought it, her tail started to grow longer while her ears, covered by her loose hair, were getting more pointed. After parking and storing the ATV, she saw to the bulls one last time, including cleaning up their shit, before giving herself a once over.

She looked...strange. Her chest was clearly overgrown and the four bulges of her teats showing somewhat but there were enough lumps in her sweatshirt to hide those. Still, Belle knew it wasn't something she could leave hanging around. So she thought quickly while walking up to the house.

Taking off her boots, she walked around the hardwood floor with a bit of a limp almost before reaching the edge of the kitchen. Then she peeked her head around the corner to see her mom and dad sharing a pizza on one of the countertops and chatting. They didn't even notice her so she was tempted to try and sneak away. But she had to say something or they'd come later.

After loudly clearing her throat a few times, her mom and dad finally stopped talking and looked over. Giving a meager wave, Belle smiled weakly.

"What's wrong, hun?" her mother asked, telling from look along that something was bothering Belle.

"I think I might have gotten a touch of heatstroke out there today," she explained, having little extra work to do to look red and sweaty.

"Wearing all those layers probably didn't help," her father pointed out.

"Well the cows like to nip at me, especially the calves, and layers stop it leaving bruises. Okay?" she was quick and smart to retort with. "But anyway, I think I'll take a long, cold shower. Just leave some slices out and I'll grab it when I'm done."

"Oh, all right, hun. You feel better," her mother said with typical maternal concern while her father just grabbed another slice.

Not wanting to risk another word, Belle ducked away and went upstairs as quickly as she could while still trying to act a little sick. She first went to her bedroom where it took almost ten minutes to get all the tops off alone, with the final one needing to be tugged and ripped to get out of. Once free, her body spilled out properly.

Looking briefly in the mirror, Belle felt shame for the growth of her chest, which were now felt much looking like partially underdeveloped, and misplaced, udders while turning revealed a longer tail over a butt that was fatter than she remembered. It was while examining her backside and bending over that she noticed that her pussy looked different.

Her labia looked darker with the outsides looking less pink too, while the overall size of it seemed to increase. There was also a lot more hair present then there should have been, considering she only shaved Sunday night. But the longer she stared at herself from behind, the more she found herself able to control her new tail a little. Bella could lift it and move it side to side, before lifting revealed her ass cheeks starting to spread. And worse than that, her asshole appeared to have swollen and darkened considerably.

These changes, along with the strain of the weight of her chest, made it impossible for Belle give in to the temptation to masturbate enough more. Going to her door and opening it just enough to check if the hallway was clear, she leapt out once it was empty and went into the bathroom. Her body swayed awkwardly as she moved and even after locking the door and turning the shower water to cold, Belle found herself fighting off a need to be fucked.

Stepping into the shower, the water rushed over her and the heat that had been throbbing in her mind and body seemed to wash away. The more cold water washed over her body brought that heat to a gentle simmer, if not almost extinguishing it. Belle smiled with relief as it was like her mind was finally her own again. Even the changes to her body felt like they slowed, not that it left her chest or tail any less different.

She started to wash herself, taking as critical a look at her changes as she could, and thinking what it was doing to her, while also finally noticing her slightly changed ears. She worried about changing to a point of not being able to hide the fact from her parents any longer. So as she finally started washing her hair and body, she told herself she would resist touching herself anymore no matter what. Belle was stronger than this virus and she could simply out will it.

After showering and quickly dashing into her room wearing a robe and a few towels for extra coverage, Belle got into her room and struggled to find any top she could fit into that was a thick sweatshirt. No blouse or button down would work anymore and most of she long sleeved shirts were extremely tight on her. She ended up being rescued by a shirt of one of her ex-boyfriend's who was six foot nine and had a thicker frame. The shirt was loose and mostly fit, though her teats were obvious at this point.

Tugging on some boyshorts, she flopped into bed and grabbed her phone, determined to do some further research. She managed about thirty minutes before the day's work caught up with her quickly. Still, while yawning, she read whatever new article she could find.

"So arousal fuels the changes until they take over, completely making you an animal. Changes can revert if subjects are prevented from self-pleasure and REM sleep, where even nighttime arousal can spur further changes. These treatments have so far led to mental trauma and sleep apnea, along with several with drops in white cell counts that have many experts suggesting, once subject are identified and contained, they be allowed to change wherein they simply need to be denied any opportunity to mate in order to get the change to revert completely," she read from a blog article before sighing deeply. "So I have to become a full cow to really get over this? I won't be able to just resist?" she asks her phone screen.

The stubborn, farm girl in her was somewhat offended by the fact that she isn't able to control what's happening to her. With a view that mental issues, like anxiety and depression, can be overcome by willpower alone, this seemed no different. Except she had to keep her hands out her legs for a few days in order to be human again. That seemed easy enough to her.

She lasted another half hour before falling asleep at last. It was deep and abiding and to Belle, when she woke the next morning to her alarm, it was as if she had only been asleep moments, not six hours. But with a yawn and stretch, she looked down and saw a body that was much the same as she left it, though her lower breasts had further fused to the top, making it really more of an udder on her chest.

With the help of a lot of medical and athletic tape she had around from her track days, more layers or shirts, and another loose sweatshirt, Belle did an effective job of making her chest merely seem bimbo large rather than udderly insane. She also grabbed a loose, worn ballcap from her closet and tucked her longer and more pointed ears into it and fluffed hair around the side to make sure they weren't noticeable.

She went downstairs and thought to avoid breakfast when her belly rumbled. Going to the kitchen, she spied her father sitting at the table drinking his coffee while next to him, in front of an empty seat, was a full breakfast fry up. The smell of it made Belle's mouth water.

"Noticed you didn't come down for any pizza last night so figured you might be hungry. That is, if you're feeling any better," Belle's mother said as she leaned against the stove and drank her coffee.

"You didn't have to but, I'm starved," she admired with a smile before sitting down and getting to work.

Her father glanced over and saw her devouring the food and clearly was trying to ignore her rather ample looking chest.

Noticing her father's eye, she hoped to distract him. "So, how's work coming along? What's planned for today?" she asked.

Her dad took off his own cap and scratched his balding head. "Well it's Thursday so we should be getting the roof on but the boys are at least three hours behind schedule so this could be a make or break day for them," he bemoaned before placing his hat back on and standing up. "You keep to the cows and stay in the shade if you can. The boys are chatting about you enough, I don't need them getting more distracted by seeing you," he added.

Belle blushed a little. "They chat about me?" she asked curiously.

"Are you kidding? You're the only girl for twenty miles and you're gorgeous, of course they're interested. Any red blooded male is. Especially when everyone is thinking is virus will be a damned apocalypse. Wouldn't be surprised if it was all just made up or exaggerated," he explained while finishing off his coffee. "Fuck if I have time to deal with the end times. I have cows to milk. You finish up now and come help," he said to Belle before kissing his wife and walking out.

"Take your time, hun. The cows will still be there if you're ten minutes late," her mother said when she was overcome with motherly care for a change.

"Thanks," Belle said, knowing such moments didn't come around and she was apt to finish.

After breakfast, she helped more with the cows, though was finding it both harder to move around and do what she had to, but the cows would also sniff at her with impunity. She had more cow snouts in her face, chest, butt, and crotch than her last five years milking cows combined and it was starting to get bothersome by the time they finally began to finish up.

They weren't done but taking her father's advice, and telling him as much as she ducked out, she didn't want to be seen by the workers and her father agreed. That she had done her lowest count of cows in weeks was something no one really noticed as the others picked up the slack while concerned more with the farm's expansion, rather than Belle's actual expansion.

Going to the bull barn first, Belle caught her breath before seeing to the needs of Bruce and Big Earl. Unlike a lot of the other cows, they didn't have much more interest in Belle than they did before. Or at least that's how it seemed to her as she fed them and refilled their water while again cleaning their stalls.

"You two need to teach other men how to behave," she told them, thinking it funny that bulls, of all animals, were acting the more reserved of males around her.

After them, she was more than happy to drive out to the pasture again, where she couldn't be seen or watched, but this time with her phone in her pocket.

'If I can keep myself distracted, I'm sure I can overcome this,' she told herself as she opened the gate to the pasture, knowing she would be spending her initial time her brushing cattle.

Like the cows they milked, and some were the same, these showed a continued interest in her that she didn't find very gratifying. When calves would try to suckle at her was the worst and what eventually had her back up the hill to the tree where she sat on the opposite side in order to face away from most of the animals.

Taking out her phone, and with a weak signal, Belle started to try and find the latest news on the Heat and hoped for hints. But the more she read, the sadder she got as the aid stations set up by the government were overrun with people as cases were starting to skyrocket. It was getting harder to track as experts in the field were starting to come down with the virus too. Still, things had mostly been confined to larger population areas but outbreaks in small, rural towns were occurring as well. What was causing the spread was still unknown and it seemed like it was getting harder and harder to find out as more got infected.

Hours of reading slow to load webpages did a good job of killing time, but not much for Belle's confidence as things appeared to be worse. But there was some comfort when she realized, around five o'clock, that she had gone the entire day without a single lewd thought or desire to masturbate. While her body still physically felt the same, and perhaps her udder had developed a little, but things were otherwise holding steady.

"Maybe I can beat this. Yeah, Belle ain't no bovine," she reassured herself.

Gathering her things, she checked to see if the workers were gone, only to see them all going to their trucks to leave now. So she slowly got up and left the pasture, not in any rush, though she did have trouble getting herself onto the ride. But by the time she did, all the trucks had gone and she was clear to head back.

Parking the ATV and heading into the bull barn, she saw after them gradually while pondering what to tell her parents. "Should I tell them I'm still with sunstroke? I suppose that could work for a few days at least," she said while shoveling up after the bulls. Strangely, as the smell of it all went up around her, it started her own guts gurgling badly. "Ugh, or just say I have a stomach ache. Wouldn't be lying at leas-" but before she could finish, her puckered asshole suddenly open and out pushed out a mess into her pants which immediately had her red in the face. By the time she was able to will her butthole closed, she could feel her panties sagging with wet shit and that the smell of cowpies had only gotten stronger in the stall.

Flopping against the wall, startling Bruce a little, Belle pulled down her pants and the rest, letting the mess slop out. The size and weight being shameful to her as she tries to think of why should couldn't stop herself shitting like an animal.

'I didn't masturbate all day,' she thought to herself, unsure why anything would have changed. 'Unless this is a leftover from yesterday's follies. Fuck, I need a hose.'

She then proceeded to hose her lower half down while disposing of her clothing in a dumpster they used for ruined clothes, though never ruined in quite such a way. Grabbing some overalls from a locker, they were meant for a man, clearly, but were better than nothing as she dried off before pulling them on. Lastly, she came up with a story about falling in cowshit that would explain the clothing, smell, and her desire to wash up. Perhaps acting a bit banged up and still heat stroke can't hurt she reasoned.

"Wish me luck, boys," she told the bulls who snort at the air as she left.

The story she thought would work did, especially as her mother complained of the smell of cowpies being so strong on her to the point of saying, "You reek like you are a cow, hun."

Taking the comment in stride, Belle excused herself upstairs where she stripped, threw her clothes into the bin, and then hurried to the bathroom where she could sit down and let loose the cowshit she was able to plug off. It required fifteen flushes, but she got it all down in spurts, before spraying cleaner in the air along with some perfume she kept to dry and overcome the pungent odor of cow droppings.

Once she thought she had done as much as she could, while also finding all the bovine related smells a little arousing, she jumped into the cold shower and let her human thoughts come clear through the cleansing water.

"Oh God I needed that," she said while stepping into the steaming of cool water. Even if it caused her teats to harden noticeably, and her ears to shiver, she was happy to have so heat on her mind or body.

A long shower and a lot of drying later, Belle snuck back to her room where she found the shirt from last night still fit and some sweatpants of an ex that, while overly long, did a good job of hiding the tail and weight gain. She waited for her parents to go upstairs and into their room before sneaking downstairs to eat what she could. Finding herself drawn to every veggie in the fridge, she ended up at the kitchen counter eating dry oats and drinking from a large glass of water.

'Hunger isn't giving into the Heat, right?' she asked herself as she knew full well that her hunger was well beyond her usual.

She kept a close eye on herself but no changes seemed to take place. She took another hour to finish before cleaning up and heading up to bed. The weight of her udder as she took those stairs was a real pain, even on the muscled farm girl. Still, she got to her room and into bed without masturbating, so that seemed like a win.

Laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling, Belle wasn't sure to consider the day a win or not as she had resisted temptation while at the same time losing control like an animal for far too long. She continued to try to parse the two until she finally fell asleep, where she entered deep, abiding dreams quickly. There, she found herself at ease and soon at play.

Though she would wake the next morning with no memory of it, that night's dreams were of Belle on all fours, which brought a relief to her udder, going through a pasture, talking to other cows that could talk back until meeting a bull that didn't talk back. What he did do was freeze all the will in Belle's body to move while he came around behind her and, with a leap, she felt his weight on her lower back.

'I'm fucked,' she thought, moving her tail aside and giving in as the dull sensation of being penetrated in a dream caused her real cunt to get wet and leak down her thighs.

Over and over and over, the bull fucked her but she was never sure if she was a cow or a woman. At times, she would call the bull names of men she had been with or crushed on, but found herself using the name 'Earl' a lot for reasons her sleeping mind couldn't grasp.

A wet stain developed in the crotch of her sweatpants as she slept, while her tail grew longer as well as her ears, which were now starting to stick out the sides of her head more. By the time her alarm was set to go off, the girl's udder was more clearly developed as such, though it lacked the real size and girth of a cow's udder just yet. That her cunt, taint, asshole, and even tail were all changing slightly- taking on a darker, leathery look as some hairs had begun to sprout at the base of Belle's tail.

When the alarm came, she woke up with little more memory of her dreams that she did of anything else that happened while she slept. She felt slightly rested but otherwise fine until she shut off her alarm and moved her legs off the side of the bed.

"What the hell? Why are my pants wet?" she asked, feeling the wetness before she saw it after turning on a light. "I really hope I didn't pee myself," she said before smelling herself and knowing what it was. "Oh shit, was I that horny last night?" Belle questioned while the aroma of her own juices filled her nose.

Standing up quickly, she was a little off-balance at first as her chest now felt absolutely massive on her while her tail was now more fully grown and moving on its own accord a lot. All over, her body felt chubby and somewhat uncomfortable. Going to the mirror, she could better see all the curves of her lower half, along with her tail and her somewhat parting ass cheeks. When she took off her shirt, she saw that her breasts were now just one mass with four teats and it was starting to sag lower on her body.

"Fuck, I can't let anyone see me," she told herself as it was the first concern in her mind.

Like the day before, she went through a lot of effort to hide her udder but today it was nearly impossible as she had put on enough overall weight that the loose sweatshirts weren't anymore and her pants were clearly showing her tail wagging back and forth. And as she looked in her mirror, mostly dressed, she saw her pointed and curled inward ears plop down either side of her head.

What ended up being Belle's saving grace was a sudden crack of thunder. Going to the window, she saw it just starting to drizzle while dark and ominous storm clouds were rolling in.

"Oh, fantastic," she smiled.

While rain didn't mean the farm was shutting down, it did mean wearing extra layers and rain coats, which could be quite helpful in hiding her changes.

Waiting until she heard Ted and Carl's trucks pull up. Then, moving carefully, she went downstairs and into the kitchen while her mother was likely in the basement doing laundry. Grabbing whatever food she could, Belle ate as much as possible as quickly as possible. Leftover pizza, pasta, and veggies were eaten quickly until Belle could hear her mother walking up the basement stairs.

Ducking into the cloak room near the backdoor, she started putting on layers of rain gear in order to best hide her changes. When she emerged, she looked almost ready to enter a hazmat area.

"I don't think it'll rain that bad," her mother joked when she sees her daughter.

"Guess I'm still just a little loopy from the heat stroke. Want full coverage," Belle explained while quickly heading to the back door.

"Pa says he wants you to inventory as many of the cattle as you can in the east pasture today while Ted and Carl do the same for the others," her mother told her.

Pausing in the open doorway, rain already falling on her, Belle asked, "Workers still coming today?"

Her mom nodded. "Yup. Thankfully they got the room and exterior things up by today. They get to spend their Friday doing all the inside work at least," she explained to Belle. "Well, don't let me keep you."

Belle smiled and nodded at her mother before braving the increasingly windy and wet weather.

Get into the main milking barn, she kept on a lot of her rain gear even as she helped cattle through the milking corals. In particular, staring at their udders. She would sometimes step off to the side and look down at her chest- the veins, the bulging, the shape, the teats- and see the only real difference is a lack of fuzz on it and not being big or low enough on her body. Belle tried to use this to keep her mind going but as the hours rolled by, she could tell her body was continuing to change.

Things like her asshole puckering larger or her belly starting to stick out more while her feet were even hurting like a gentle cramp was setting in that she could stretch out. She was thankful for the hoodie on her jacket as her ears had grown more and more bovine, flopping out of her hat and hair and now only being concealed by her rain gear.

"All right, wrap it up!" her father shouted as the last few cows were put through the stations and were milked.

Cows from here either moved to the large barn where many slept, just to get out of the rain, while others did not care that it was raining. They either grazed, made their mess, or were just trotting around. Belle thought that before the rain was the cold shower some of them needed after all these heated days. She could certainly relate to that.

"Belle! Get over here!" she heard shouting in her father's voice.

She walked the length of the milking house to the small office at the end. Rather than enter, she just opened on of windows and talked through it. "Yes, dad? What's up?" she asked.

"You were down on your usual numbers again today," he said, looking at a printout.

"Well yesterday was busy and today, idk, feeling a little under the weather I guess. Did the best I could," she said in her defense.

Her father grumbled before crumpling up the paper and tossing it in the trash. "Just thought you'd like to know. You're usually on top so it's probably just the heat change of pace. Workers should be out by Sunday. I mostly want you around the bulls and counting in the east pasture. Got it?" As he asked, he pushed out a notebook to her which she knew was the count of cows and registration tags on all their left ears.

Seeing herself out quickly, but not before Ted leered at her rather uncomfortably, Belle went to the bull's barn with a growing need to get there. At first she wasn't sure why beyond just the privacy until her bowels in particular started to ache. Belle then walked as fast as she could, avoiding some of the arriving workers, before going into barn and locked it behind her.

"What are you two looking at?" she asked Bruce and Big Earl as they looked down at the woman desperately trying to catch her breath.

When she finally stood up again, Belle's bowels gurgled loudly and she could feel her asshole puckering wider. Changing as quickly as she could from the numerous layers, she finally got free and was able to squat and relieve herself, adding urine to the mix that had a rather pungent odor to it.

As she relieved herself, the heated smell of her urine was reaching the bull's nostrils and soon had both more than a little antsy. By the time she stopped and waddled away from her mess, Belle was at least feeling relieved and empty, even if her body still shivered with its abnormalities. She didn't turn around to see her mess until fully dressed, at which point the resemblance of what she made to a cowpie was undeniable.

Cleaning up was a major priority, along with feeding the bulls who were particularly interested in nuzzling and licking Belle today more than they usually did. Only their hunger kept them in real check as they feasted and she could clean their stalls for them.

The tasks done, she led them out to the small paddock they could run in and while both were happy to be outside, both were less than thrilled about the weather.

"I know, I know. If you get too wet, you can walk in through the barn," she reminded them before waving them goodbye. Both bulls watched her go, their nostrils sniffing the air she left behind.

The ATV ride, unlike the past two days, was a stop and go affair. With every bump and jolt, it felt like to Belle that her breasts, no, her udders were getting lower and lower on her torso. She would stop and check their position, only to see them truly a little lower than they were. Still, she pressed on gradually, with her udder continuing its migration down her body.

Upon reaching the gate, Belle was hard pressed to dismount the ATV due to the udder now being more on her belly than her chest. She had to move the weight, which by now felt like a sloshing twenty pounds, to one side just to get off and fall on her hands and knees roughly.

"Fuck. What sort of dreams did I have last night?" she asked herself as her whole body tingled and didn't feel quite right. Still, she managed to get to her feet, with her udder now hanging over her waist and sticking out from under her shirt somewhat. Like the day before there were cows waiting and they all kept staring at her body. "I have to count you all so if you make this easy, I would really appreciate it. One kind-of-a-cow to actual cows," she said to them in hopes of kindling some kindred spirits.

The heifers just stared at Belle, likely more interested in ear rubs.

Belle brought along a brush and a digital reader that she could flash over one of the cattle's ear tags in order to check them in and make any notes if needed. The gentle rain that was plodding down this whole time was not exactly helping but at least the cattle were well behaved for the most part. The biggest issue she had were with calves.

"Hey! Stop that! Go find your mom!" Belle would scold one as she felt an exposed teat of her starting to get sucked on. This happened a few times, with her just batting them away as she continued to go around checking cows in. That the numerous suckling attempts had begun to draw white milk from her teats was lost on Belle who thought it just another wetness on this dreary day.

The work was long and exhausting, having to haul around an udder that felt overgrown while tending to cattle in ten acres as best she could. Often she would need to rest. Belle really wanted to rub her feet, which had never quite shook the cramps they had gotten earlier that morning, but was never in a position to take them off.

Pulling out her phone while on a break under the tree on the hill, she was happy that the thunder and lightning had stopped, but the news about the Heat was getting worse.

"Martiallaw? Anyone showing symptoms to be quarantined? What are all these companies that are coming out of the forest to suddenly provide solutions to this problem? What's the cure?' It was that last thought Belle had while scrolling through article after article was little talk of an actual girl. She was also reading horror stories about aid stations being used as testing and cleansing facilities, possibly making people change on purpose, or as part of a larger government conspiracy. While she wasn't one to believe the nuts, the way things were going for her along was enough to make her think that anything was possible.

The thing that finally broke her concentration was a message from her dad telling her to check out the eastern supply barn because some workers had seen some teenagers- or they assumed teens- near it the other night. Also asked how her count was doing.

After replying that the count was on schedule, roughly, she agreed to go check on the barn. If nothing else, it would be dry.

Going through the gate and lazily mounting the ATV again, this time with her udder hanging to the left, she rode further down the fence track towards the older barn in the distance. It was where they kept older equipment, along with some seasonal things, and copies of some records her father kept around. It wasn't a place they went unless to grab something from there or, like now, to check to see if anyone broke it.

It was a three mile ride to the barn and once there, a quickly glance over made it seem like no one had broken in. No graffiti, the locks on the side and front door were still shut. But knowing her father, she wanted to be thorough. Dismounting without any grace, Belle managed to at least stay on two legs before going over to the side door. From her pocket she pulled a ring of keys and quickly found the shiny, less used one which was for this door.

Once inside, Belle had to try and remember where the generator was as it was close to pitch black in here, what with all the equipment and the dark skies above. Fumbling around for ten minutes and she finally found it and flicked it on. Soon most of the lights in the place were gradually flicking on, though one or two popped loudly.

"Guess we haven't been here in a while," Belle said while noting which bulbs broke. "But it doesn't look like much anyone else has been here either."

The observation was based on the lack of things being out of place from where she remembered having them and just the general dust on everything. Still, she started to walk around to make sure someone hadn't broken in through a hole in a wall or snatched an old milking machine. But as she went around and checked, if there had been people snooping around this farm, they never got in.

Texting back as much to her father, there was brilliant burst of light that lit up the one side of the barn before an immediate and loud crack of thunder followed. After sending the message, she went to one of the small windows of the barn and peeked out to see a torrential downpour going on outside.

"Well shit," she huffed before texting her dad about the sudden rain.

He responded to stay there, as some nasty storms were rolling in and it was best if she were indoors.

Happy to reply she would keep out of the outside, especially with this figure, Belle began to look for a good place to sit down. There was a small, but sunken, bale of hay which she improved by grabbing some plastic covers from nearby old milking machines. Setting these down along with moving a couple boxes made for a seat that was mostly comfortable for the girl. Mostly.

Her legs were now having to spread to make better room for the heavy udder she now had. It was strange seeing her chest look so bare now and stranger still to see the udder moving closer between her legs while also continuing to swell and fill from inside. This feeling began to grow in her and so she was desperate to distract herself with anything.

Taking out her phone, she started reading more articles as fast as she could but the news was increasingly more grim with anchors needing to be swapped due to previous ones falling victim to the Heat. Reports from around the world were scattered as people in key areas of power were now finding themselves brought low. Most were saying they change back after two days but others were not seeing that happen.

While she read, Belle's ears flicked and twitched, just like her tail, as her udder got heavier and heavier. It was getting to the point where all of her tears were looking swollen and about to burst. That was soon happening as milk began to trickle out of her teats. First it was just one but soon all four were leaking. Only when she could smell the milk did Belle think any of it.

"What the hell is- oh shit, I'm freakin' leaking!" she gasped. Belle only needed to move her feel to feel the puddle that had developed around her shows and then just look down at her top to teats to see them letting out meager but consistent streams.

Worried that this meant the changes were progressing, Belle looked around as she tried to think of what to do. It wasn't long before her eyes landed on the milking machines nearby.

"Oh, I, I shouldn't. It's for cows," she told herself, just before a feeling like her bladder needing to go only time a hundred was pulsing from her udder. "Fuck, but if I don't I'll burst," she had to allow.

So she pulled over the nearest milker, which was on wheels, and was happy that it was plugged in still. She still remembered how to start them up and was soon attaching the cups to each of her own teats. Nothing she thought she would ever do but as of this moment, she needed it.

After checking to make sure there was collection unit there, she turned on the suction and hoped for the best.

At first she felt little more than a light breeze against her teats before the suction really kicked in and the cups almost massaged her gently which induced not just streams but practical torrents of milk to fill each of the clear tubes leading from her udder to the machine. The machine was loud but Belle only cared about the sweet relief it was bringing her. That her udder wasn't getting any smaller, despite being milked, would have concerned her had she noticed.

Ears wiggling and tail waggling, Belle thought about this release and if this is what the cows felt when they were milked daily. There were certainly some who loved it and if she were a cow, she'd be the willing one too. But no sooner had she considered that than she felt shame from her human side for even considering life as a bovine.

"Boy this feels good," she told herself while gently rubbing her head. There happened to feel a pair of overgrown pimples on her head that felt almost like bone. Pulling her hands away, she wanted to tell herself that she was handling the situation well. "I've got it under control. I'm not gonna be stuck some cooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!" she suddenly bellowed until she could slap her hands over her mouth for silence. "I did not just moo," she told herself quickly, mostly to reassure herself she still had a voice.

With no one to answer, Belle was able to convince herself it was just a sound the machine made and let it continue doing its work. Of course it wasn't long before the first machine reached capacity and had to shut down. Only Belle still had a need to be milked, so she went and uncovered some more machines and got them all started up, with the intention of perhaps draining her udder to a suitable size.

Over the next hour and a half, Belle filled multiple milking machines and saw a gradual progression of her changes too as she went from sitting to be milked to bending over the machine and fingering herself lightly but continuously. The orgasms she had felt minor compared to the sensation of being milked, so she thought little of it.

But every sexual release was pushing her closer and closer to a dangerous precipice. Her ears were now fattened cow ears while her nose was looking wider, fatter, and her nostrils more wide. Belle's entire body looked fatter and by the time she was on the last of the milking machines, her udder was twice has heavy as when she started while her overall weight had tripled.

Staggering back from the last machine, Belle was saved toppling over by a tractor which she held onto to stay upright. Refraining from looking at herself, she peered out the window again and saw the rain had abated somewhat. She also noticed her discarded pants wiggling. Slow to bend over, she was able to rustle her phone from her pocket and see the few missed messages about where she was.

Covering as best she could, she had years of honesty under her belt to where her father trusted her easily. Apparently the cow count was done, Ted finished her field in a downpour while Belle was taking care of herself. He wanted her back at the bull barn to bring them in, brush, and feed the bulls before dinner. It was all good to Belle at first, she replied she'd take care of it, but when finally having to move around, she could feel how different her hips, ass, and pelvis were now when compared to before.

Her udder was a pendulous, hefty weight in front of her, hanging from the waist which she tried her best to compensate for as she attempted to dress. But although she was now able to wear tops again, she could find no subtle way to hide an udder. The only real option was to make sure it couldn't be seen and take it a step at a time.

Leaving the barn at last, she made a mental note to come back and destroy any milky evidence that weekend before awkwardly mounting the ATV with her udder hanging to right, where she felt it would be best hidden by view. She did throw a jacket of it but as they started to ride, the wind put kick it up and reveal all.

"Just gotta make it the barn," she told herself as she moved at a slow and steady past down the tracks. She was looking and trying to ignore her nose being stretched across her face awkwardly while those hard pimples were now sprouting into small horns.

Troubling thoughts were also starting to enter the woman's mind as she drift back to desires of being bent of and bred. Even in times like this, when worry and anxiety were bubbling up in her, the pulse and need of her sex was a still able to make itself known. Even the vibrating seat under her was enough to get her fanny shaking and juices flowing again.

Belle wanted to shut her eyes to think of something else but aside from the fact she was driving, when she did close her eyes she found herself being struck by vivid images that, if nothing else, turned her on terribly.

Reaching the barn at last, she could see workers leaving and made sure she wasn't seen by getting to the barn as quickly as she could. Belle then watched from the windows until everyone was gone, mostly looking mud caked and tired, while she saw her father talking to Ted.

Breathing something of a sigh of relief, Belle backed from the window, knowing Ted would leave soon and dad would be up that farmhouse. So she had her privacy until she could think of what to do next.

But as caught her breath, she could feel her body starting to change again. But rather than the gradual from before, the aches, cramping, and tingling was now spreading all over her. It wasn't long before she was grimacing backing into the central area of the barn where both Bruce and Big Earl had concern for their caretaker, but were stuck in thiet stalls.

Finally falling to her hands and knees and breathing hard, Belle's tail lifted and she could literally feel the steam coming off her heated sex. She wasn't able to watch her cunt continue to change its outward appearance to look more bovine and bestial, while leathery black skin rode up around her fatten asshole and to that tail. The more she accepted how hot she felt, the more her body started to change.

Her pelvis and shoulders cracked and popped loudly, as bones all over her started swelling. It wasn't painful to the girl but it did make it feel like her limbs were being reinforced with steel. This occurred in her legs, spine, pelvis, ribs, and arms the most to start, with each distorting the farm girl's frame more and more, until it has at least a quadrupedal look. The changing of her nose was just the precursor to more of her face pushing out as she let out a cry.

"Ahhhh! Noooo! Please stop! St-st-st-stooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she bellowed again as she face forced it way forward even more, taking her nostrils with her. She can feel her brown hair starting to fall out in clumps around her.

The panic was now really setting in and she was trying to think what to do.

What came to mind first was a cover and so, with fingers and wrists that weren't always cooperating like she wanted, she finally managed to get out her phone and began to type a hasty message. She was telling them an old high school friend was in town and she was going to go visit them for the weekend. She'll finish up in the barn and then leave now and come back later for clothes and things. She figured everything was set on the farm and she'd be back Sunday night.

Belle started to tear up as she typed it, realizing that she was nearing that tipping point where the change would make her a cow no matter what she did. Hopefully that cover would work because she was then going to do her best to spend her time in her usual pasture as just another cow. It wasn't ideal but as she set her phone down, she was witness to her fingers thickening and starting to separate oddly, meaning the cramping in her feet was producing similar changes.

Belle then stripped off all the clothing she had on until she was bear, with moth things shoved in the corner under some hay so no one would notice. Once naked, did her best to stay on two legs as she went to the back of the barn to open the large back door that led to the bull's paddock. As she did so, either bull was following her scent with interest.

Once outside, the ground was muddy under her changing feet and the air damp with rain. Belle fell forward onto her hands, now partially formed hooves, knowing she would move fast this way.

"Just need to get to the east pasture," she told herself in a deep, grumbling voice that was hardly her own. Her skull was getting larger, along with her neck, while her body was getting larger.

Belly at first wanted to leave the paddock and go in through a gate higher up the track but as the changes seemed to be accelerating, she decided on the quicker route. There were a pair of gates that separated the bull paddock from the east pasture which Belle had only not considered first due to the locks being tricky for one losing their digits. But she hurried along, feeling her ass swell and part even more, allowing her asshole and cunt finally kiss the fresh air from the backside.

The first gate just needed a combination which she knew but took five minutes to work as she could only use her shrunken thumbs. When she unlocked it, she breathed a sigh of relief before nudging it open with her head.

'One down, one to go,' she told herself as she found the next lock, which was just some sliding steel bars that needed to be moved. She was able to move two of the four with her hands before her arms really started getting stiff. Her wrists popped while hoof was overtaking more of her actual hands. The finally two bars then she would have to take out another way but, thanks to Bruce, she knew it was capable.

Grabbing the bar with her still changing mouth, she slid them sideways like how she had seen the bull to it the time the combination lockdoor was left open and the clever bull found a way into the wider pasture. He got a few girls pregnant that way, so he was pretty proud of it. At that moment, Belle was happy for the lesson as it allowed her to move all the bars and nudge the gate open with her head.

"-inally, made... it," Belle panted as she walked into the pasture. Though the first thing she did was turn around and close both of the gates behind her. The combination one she could not lock from her side but the bars automatically slid back, leaving Belle with the rest of the cows.

Come came closer to Belle as her changes had clearly reached the tipping point and her body was beginning it's shift into it true form.

'Please let this not be because I'm a cow at heart,' she thought to herself, as the animal you turned into seemed random but some guessed it had to do with your 'true self'. Not that she believed it, but the thought of her actual existence being little more than a dairy cow frightened her.

But even as she continued to crack and contort, spitting out old teeth and new, fatter ones came in to fill out her growing snout, she found a lone comfort: that after two days, the changes would revert and she'd be back to normal. As the risk of being bred was zero when she was surrounded by nothing but other cows.

It didn't make the transformation any less trying though.

Belle's hips cracked wider and wider, with her legs feeling pulled up under her body while her ankles extended and disappeared almost in the hooves that have taken over her foot. The flesh there was dark, as are all the hooves, but patches of while fur were starting to come out. She could feel them push their way out of her which caused her to want to itch herself but being unable.

Her spine's continued growth made things difficult too as she was getting longer and longer, so when she looked back, her tail looked so far away. On this new length, weight and mass was packed on while Belle's organs felt like they were being reworked entirely. One moment it like all her plumping was reworked and then the next, there were areas of bloat in her that just helped add to her weight and growing appetite.

When her ribs got thicker and wider, her breaths got deeper and deeper. When she tried to speak again, she could only 'MOOOOOOOO', 'MARRRROOOOOO', or some other bellow that was devoid of speech.

'Fuck, I can't even talk anymore,' she thought with a bit of defeat.

Her neck pushed out longer while her face elongated too. Both were sprouting more white hair while some splotches of black could also be seen. The change of view was soon made worse when Belle's eyes bulged and her vision changed as the space between eyes grew. Disorientating at it was, she kept from closing her eyes because if she did for any amount of time, the pulsating warmth from her backside would take over and tell her it's time to breed.

Still, with eyes open, she watched her snout form and her nostrils wiggle at the tips of it. Her horns grew slightly more but kept small as he head was now sprouting more fur like the rest of Belle.

Underneath, her udder was quickly becoming a thing of note as it swelled and swelled, leaking all the while, but certainly outgrowing the few heifers that were watching nearby.

'Milking myself wasn't enough? Do cows need this release so badly, so often?' she questioned as the weight hung low between her legs.

At one point, Belle was a lean one hundred and thirty pounds, and was perhaps ten pounds more than that when this all started, but now as she passed a thousand pounds and was still going, she wondered how she ever had a slim figure.

Another ten minutes passed and all she did was get bigger in every respect while more of those spotted hair spread. Several times during, she couldn't help relieving herself but at least with her figure mostly bovine, she wasn't as embarrassed.

It was as things seems to be slowing down, and the heifer she set to become finally took over physically, that some feelings began making themselves more known in Belle's head. At first she knew where they were from and did her best to not think with the cunt between her legs which she knew, from feel and sensation and smell, was in heat. But there were other, more subtle and less dangerous thoughts like a desire to craze and eat while also resting, and wanting to be milked.

'Are these instincts? Should I ignore them?' Belle wondered as the last of the changes wracked her body.

Her rear hooves finally finished, meaning the look from the neck down was not only bovine, but almost a prize winner at that. Further up, fur was just covering the last patches of human skin while a final few cracks readjusted Belle's once striking and gorgeous face into a cow's dull glare. A few more pounds and another widening of the stance and things seemed complete.

Belle was still taking deep breaths and waiting for more to happen as her mind relaxed more and more. This led to another large cow pie but also gradual realization that the transformation was complete. Trying to remember the time she saw on her phone when texting her father about her cover for the weekend, it was about six she figured to the clock was ticking.

Realizing the change was complete, Belle took some tentative steps forward and found, with a little bit of instinct's help, she could walk well. Even with the udder's weight behind her. Soon she was trotting around and seeing cows she had brushed and played with in the days before now paid her either little attention or if they did, it was little more than a nuzzle before they move on.

'Do they really not recognize me? Don't I still smell human?' she wondered.

As evening set in, cows began to fall asleep standing and laying down, and Belle knew she would have to blend in somewhat. Finding a group of cattle near one of the front entrances, Belle was about to go lay down when she felt a strange suckling at her udder that gave her pause.

The first few seconds, she's just taken by the relief of it, as the suckling draws out her eager milk. Only when she looked back and saw a calf she remembered from the day before snacking at her, did Belle feel like blushing out of shame. Belle looked for the mother but couldn't really see one so she let the calf suckle for another thirty minutes before it left satisfied.

Finally able to lay down, Belle worked out the tricky mechanics with the help of those instincts before finally laying down with her back against another cow.

Belle thought about how the day started and ended. She was worried if her parents would buy her excuse but it was of little consequence now. She was a cow now and that wouldn't change for a little less than forty-eight hours. Not that Belle wasn't eager to have her humanity back, but at least she was in a situation where she could deal with this.

If she was stuck changing like this in some city, they would have locked her up already. Maybe even bred her just for laughs, the fiends. Here she could be a cow and relatively blend in for a few days. She figured her dad might be angry about her leaving without short notice but that was better than them finding out what happened to her.

'Just two days. I can be a cow for a couple days. What's so hard about that?' Belle asked herself.

Dreams came easy to her that night and many were very simple, with her out in a field grazing by herself or something with other cows. Sometimes there would be calves nearby, following her like a mother, and then just a few times, she found herself thinking of bulls in particular. In her dream, the only thing about the bull she knew was that he was powerful, in control, and needed for her to be whole.

Waking up covered in dew to shouts and human calls was definitely not as nice as waking up in bed. But as Belle and the other cows were roused, she became aware of what was happening. They were taking cows in to be milked and they were picking with flashlights based on udder size. By the time Belle put this all together, she had little time to back away to keep hidden.

Part of her desperately wanted to be milked but knew a lack of tag would raise suspicions about her, to say nothing of the embarrassment of being handled by Ted or Carl. Or even worse, her father.

Keeping well out of sight before feigning sleep, she was able to avoid being taken and breathed a sigh of relief when they left.

The rest of Saturday was as mundane as possible, with the cows returned and some feed being put in some nearby trough for them to eat. Belle wasn't eager to each such feed but the hunger in her belly drove her to gorge anyway.

The afternoon was spent under her mother's watchful eye as she sat on the ATV but never entered the pasture, as she always feared accidentally stepping on one of the many cow pie landmines that were littered around. Belle came close to the fence at once point to get a closer look at her mom and to see if maybe she could recognize her daughter. Belle attempted to speak a few times but only more moods. She could, happily, still understand her mother, though she was distracted. Her mother played games on her phone and would only wave in the cow's general direction when it suited her.

As the day began to come to an end, with Belle laying near the fence where her mother was, close to several other cows, the former farm girl was taking in the bovine life and finding it quite simple. Though she had a growing need to be milked, she was mostly able to keep her wits and just try and relax.

"What? I thought you told them Monday?" Belle hears her mother say.

Lifting her head and looking at her mother, Belle saw her on her phone, looking somewhat angry.

"Tomorrow? You said the space would maybe be ready Monday morning! Where are you going to put them all?" her mother asked in a tone that Belle knew could only be directed at her father. "Fine, just, just wait at the house. I'll call Stu and find out what his deal is," she said over the phone before pocketing it, starting up the ATV, and riding off quickly towards the barns.

'I wonder what that was all about,' a sleepy Belle thought before she yawned. It was an uneventful and easy day and Belle could not have been happier as she was finding sleep easy to come by. 'Just another day of this and I'll be back to normal and I'll never speak of this again, so long as I live,' she tells herself before shutting her eyes and falling asleep.

Belle woke the next morning not to the sounds of shouts but the gradually warming of her body under the rising morning sun. Her brown eyes with their thick lashes opened and gradually drew the rest of her body open. Yawning, she looked around and saw a lazy morning all around her. Sundays were typically days of rest but her dad did like milking some mornings. But if he did, there was no sign he came to this pasture.

Like the rest of the cows, she got up slowly and only really moved when the sound of feed being emptied into troughs roused most. Trotting with the rest, Belle was hungry and even the sight of Ted there didn't dissuade her as she was sure he wouldn't recognize her.

Ted was filling the troughs while Carl was feeding him the bags.

"Un-fucking-believable," Carl complained loudly. "They fuck up and now our Sunday's ruined? It's BS, man. The damn build isn't even done yet," a clearly tired Carl pointed out to weary looking Ted.

"You're telling me. Those trucks will be arriving soon and we have a lot of cattle to move. This one doesn't have any in season, right? Ted asked Carl as he emptied another feed bag and took the next.

"I believe so. Think boss's daughter did the count or something. Should be fine to let the bulls in since they want to use the barn for vet check-ins," explained Carl.

Belle was more interested in their conversation than food and was wondering what they meant about the bulls being let in here.

While most, if not all the other cows, in this pasture were not in season, with Belle's condition, she certainly was. It began to start a panic in her heart while she wondered what was making something like this required.

Within the hour she understood, as truckloads of cattle were brought in a day ahead of the schedule Belle's father told her. She tried to watch the drama play out as she could vaguely make out her parents in conversation with people that came from the trucks. There was a lot of point but it was hard to make anything out.

"Better be getting paid extra for all this, that's all I ask," Carl said as he handed Ted the last fed bag.

"Fuck yeah they're paying triple at least for this shit," Ted agreed. He emptied the last feed back sloppily before tossing the empty bag aside and accompanying Carl to nearby barn.

Belle began to eat out of instinctual habit but her human mind was on exactly what was happening at the farm. It seemed all the new cows had arrived early and things were thrown into disarray. Belle's worries mounted as she started to think about Bruce and Big Earl in a whole new, shivering light.

After eating, most of the cows started spreading out while Belle was keen to watch the barn where, as she feared, the bulls were put into their back paddock by Ted and Carl.

"They'll be fine here, I think. Never can be too sure one of those heifers ain't in heat," she heard Ted grumble when it came time to let them into the pasture.

Both bulls acted more aggressively around the two men so going across their pen to open the doors seemed a bad idea.

"Yeah, we'll leave them here for now unless the boss says otherwise," Carl agreed as they closed the back doors and left the bulls to sniff around.

'I need to get far away from those two. Can't have them catching my scent,' Belle thought before and trotting away from the bull's paddock and towards the rest of the pasture. She found a spot on the hill she liked where she could see the farm rather well.

She watched cows being unloaded and taken to one barn or another, likely for a check up and checking into the system. She saw these new cows mostly added to the empty north-east pasture but soon she saw them entering her own pasture. They were so unremarkable in their differences between the old and new that even Belle couldn't really tell the difference between them. This was fine by her standards since it just meant more cows to hide in later when she changed back. Her only real worry now was that they would all be gone by the time she's changed so she could sneak back into the house unseen and change.

But as the afternoon came, Belle noticed that black bulls were getting antsy and she could see Ted and Carl come out, along with some other farmhands she didn't know, to corral them before opening the gates between the paddock and field. Belle knew this was bad but it took her mind longer to think what it meant, having somewhat let go to the instincts that were controlling her, before knowing what bulls did around cows they found in heat.

It happened in slow motion then, as the gates opened and the two bulls charged happily into the pasture. Belle remembered they've been inside for a while so getting to spread their legs was something they enjoyed. So much so that they paid little attention to any of the cows except to avoid running into them.

Belle just watched and hoped they would avoid her or if they did get off, let it happen in some no name cow that was born for this sort of thing. Not a human like her that had just gotten unlucky somehow.

Over the next couple hours, she watched the bulls split off and smell here and there, with Earl mostly keeping to the food trough where she would vacuum up any leftover food while Bruce wandered more and proved more difficult to keep track of. He was certainly sniffing and smelling at cows, especially their backsides, but never more than a passing whiff or lick you'd expect out of any animal. He worked his way around to the left of Belle while Earl was far to the right, eating grass now.

'They don't seem to notice me. I'll fine if I just lay here. Just a few more hours. Less than twelve at least,' she reassured herself while glancing up at the sky. She assumed it was near eleven but her head was too numb for her to be sure.

More hours passed and as much as Belle did not want to move, she was also fighting the urge to relieve herself. Knowing from past experience that she would want to if given the chance, Belle got up to her hooves and trotted down the hill and near to a fence where she finally stopped to relieve herself. The shit piled up between her legs fast but it was the urine she was most happy to get out. Her instincts told her holding it in was wrong and based on this feeling, she could almost agree.

Still not keeping her guard down, Belle looked and saw Earl some distance away, resting. However when she went to look for Bruce, she could not see him.

'Perhaps he's behind me on the other side of the hill,' she thought logically as she began to back up, only to bump into something. Belle turned and looked back and realize she was half right; Bruce was definitely behind her. Only he was right behind her and his tongue was hanging out and dripping. 'Oh shit, oh no!'

Her mind went into survival mode, turning to the right and walking away as fast as she could, even if her body tracked turds and piss behind her. Belle's only hope was to get as far from Bruce, or any other bull, as possible. It was the only thing that could doom her and she was too close to lose it now.

But as defiantly as she thought, Bruce the black bull was charging up behind her with increased speed. Unlike Belle, he was not weighed down by an udder but was fueled by two other hanging growths between his legs. To him all that was in front of him was a female in heat moving to the place where she wanted to be bred.

'Why am I so slow? Fuck,' she tried to say, only to moo.

Looking back, she saw that Bruce was right on her and keeping pace easily. He was practically on top of her so that when she did falter, needing to stop herself dead to stop from falling, the bull took it as an invitation. Even more so when Belle's tail lifted and her swollen pink sex was both visible and something that the bull could smell perfectly. He trotted up and started licking her cunt, causing Belle to shiver and moan for a moment before reason prevailed and she pulled away.

Looking directly at Bruce, she huffed and said with her eyes, 'I'm Belle! The woman who raised you! Show some respect!' and just hoped her understood.

At first, the bull was happy to lick the taste of her heated cunt on his tongue before he backed away. Belle was unsure if this was good or not until her turned and moved to the right at a light trot.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Belle couldn't believe that it had worked. Perhaps she did have some control over-

'Fuck!' she yelped when, without warning, there was a massive weight on her lower back that almost buckled her legs and pushed her fattened udder down to the ground. Moving quickly to take the weight but also turn around, Belle was surprised to see Bruce on the back of her, with a lusty look in his eye. 'No! No, Bruce! Not me!' she screamed with her eyes to him but the bull was well beyond caring.

The bull had retreated before only to circle back for the momentum needed to mount his mate. Now he was using his forelegs to move forward while his bovine member was swelling from his sheath. While unable to see it, Belle had assisted in enough real and artificial inseminations to have an idea of what was about to happen. Still, she had to fight.

With what strength she could muster, she attempted to buck the bull of her. It was something she saw happen to Bruce the first time she helped him mount. But this Bruce was one she helped and trained and he knew how to properly mount a cow now. His strength was enough to keep her bucking under control while impressing more of himself over her.

Belle wouldn't admit it, but she felt completely under the control of the bull on her backside. He was strong, determined, and as she felt his cock start to probe her backside, she knew he was horny. But as it continued to happen, other cows gathered around in a circle to watch. Belle tried crawling away or pushing her tail down but a mixture of Bruce's strength and instinct telling her to submit allow's the bull's cock to finally penetrate her.

As the inches slid deeper and deeper into her, Belle was full of conflicting emotions. From memories of raising Bruce and seeing him become a massive bull, to the current feeling of him pounding his massive member in and out of her. As it happened, she also couldn't deny instinct's desires to mate and breed, and while the thought means being a bovine for good, there was strange comfort.

Her eyes shut as she vaguely prayed that Bruce wouldn't get her pregnant or that the news was wrong about this aspect. That just because she got fucked, didn't mean she deserved to be an animal for the rest of her days. The bull's huffs started to get closer together and Belle felt his forelegs tightening around her hips to keep her in place.

'It's happening,' she thought.

Moments later the bull's seed squirted into her fertile womb, causing Belle to feel her first full fledged bovine orgasm. She bellowed low as more and more bull cum was pumped into her. Those instinctual desires to be bred felt like they were being fulfilled and doing so unlocked so many levels of enjoyment and pleasure. The two bovines were locked together for time they couldn't count, with only the shouts from Ted and Carl breaking Belle's concentration.

Opening her eyes, she looked to her right to see the two men approaching, looking rather put-off.

"Well shit," Ted said, tossing down his hat. "I thought this field was clear of ones in heat," he continued after seeing the despoiled backside of Belle right after Bruce finally dismounted.

"She doesn't have a tag on so she must be one of the newbies. Not a shocker these idiots would give us one in season. You stay with them, I'll go get the tag gun and fix this problem," Carl said as he walked back to the barn slowly.

Ted stayed there, petting Belle at times. "Bet this was quite the day for you, huh, girl" Ted said to Belle in a way you'd talk to an animal. "Well, we could always use more calves around here these days," he continued.

By the time Carl returned, Belle was somewhat lost in distant and confusing thoughts. She can feel the bull's seed in her, from cervix to the drips down her hind legs. She had some lingering hope that perhaps she had not gotten pregnant from the act but soon that hope was crushed.

"Can you hurry up? It's six already and I wanna get some sleep being dragging my ass back to this place tomorrow morning," Ted complained.

Carl waved him off while approaching Belle. She backed away from him once she noticed the device in his left hand.

"Can you help hold her still?" Carl asked Ted who was slow to oblige.

Ted put a rope around her neck before trying to pet and soothe the animal. "It'll be okay, hun. Just relax," he whispered in her left ear while the device went to her left and clipped on the yellow identifier tag all cows on the farm had.

"Perfect. Another one to the herd. Now let's get the fuck out of here." Carl then went back towards the farm while Ted took the rope off Belle and headed after his partner. She watched them go all the way to the barn and then eventually to their trucks to leave as evening set in.

As the sun gradually sank, so did Belle's prospects of every being human again. She held out some hope that maybe when she woke up the next day, things would be different. The change would revert and this nightmare cold be forgotten. Though being mounted by Bruce again, and then Big Earl, made the chances of humanity returning seeming exceedingly thin.

But the next morning, like the many mornings that would follow, brought no relief from Belle's new bovine life. She was selected, mostly on account of her swollen udder, to be milked and Belle had to endure Ted, Carl, and her father looking her over and remarking as her size and the fact that she was the one that was likely knocked up.

She also heard her father bemoaning his daughter not being around, blaming her for missing duties and responsibilities. But as the days, weeks, and months passed, he became a father searching for his daughter while Belle's mother put out calls far and wide for her. The high school friend she said she was with wasn't even in the country at the time, raising suspicions about what happened to Belle. But the world as a whole leaned into chaos as the Heat spread, the disappearance of yet another human was one to add to the pile.

Just over a year since the madness started, and had somewhat calmed, Belle the cow- not that anyone called her that but herself- gave birth to her first calf with the help of her mother. The experience was definitely surreal to Belle, who had been living the past year both knowing she was human but unable to show it or fight the instincts that helped her through every day.

Another fine summer day ended with Belle staring at the farmhouse while her calf hungrily suckled away beneath her. She remembered the life she had and the prospects once afforded to her. Now, she was treated as just another cow on the farm though, her high production has lead to her father marking her down to be bred in the future.

The Heat had claimed her and the farm girl was now bound to farm life for good.