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Scent of a Bull

"So how is she doing?" Marcos asked as he wiped his brow after coming in from the fields.

Christine, Marcos's wife, had a look on her face that was all the answer he needed. "She's not looking good. Doc Mitchell is coming down in a couple hours but I think he may just be putting her down at this point. She's suffered so much already." The sorrow in the woman's face was palpable.

"James will be devastated. He loves that cow," Marcos lamented, thinking of all the times his son would happily run out in the morning to the barn to care for his favorite cow, Harriet. Things had been going fine up until a few weeks ago when the cow started acting strange compared to her usual jovial behavior.

At first they thought the cow was just sick with something that would pass, but as time passed and things got worse, they called in the doctor who only had a dire diagnosis that the cow was likely dying and there was little to nothing that could be done. They had tried to shield their son from this reality as he was still young and they knew how close he was to the animal.

"I don't think it would be wise to have him around the farm today. Do you think you could take him out somewhere for the day? At least until the vet leaves," Christine suggested. The woman looked ragged, having spent the last few days doing everything she could to care for the cow but by now it was clear that it was all for naught.

"I could do that. Maybe take him into town and see about getting a present for your birthday maybe. Should keep him distracted for now," Marcos said with a heavy heart. He knew that the news would have to be broken to his son eventually but neither of the parents wanted to see his heart break.

Leaving his wife in the barn, Marcos headed back to the house where, eating at the kitchen table, was his son James. When he heard his father approach he turned and smiled.

"Good morning!" he said.

"Morning, James. Hey, you wanna go out with your dad on a trip into town? We can look for something for your mom's birthday. Does that sound good?" Marcos asked with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.

"Awesome! Let me go get my shoes on!" James then quickly finished his breakfast before jumping down from his chair and running to get his shoes.

Soon after they were piled into Marcos's truck and headed down the long dirt road from the farmhouse to the main rural road. Within a half an hour, they were in the town. Wanting to kill as much time as possible, they wandered around for a bit, going into various stores or simply walking around the town. They even stopped for ice cream at which point Marcos felt his phone vibrate.

Casually checking it, there was a single message from his wife. 'She's gone.'

Harriet had been a great cow, producing calves, milk, manure, and being one of the best tempered animals either Christine or Marcos had ever had. Losing her was really a blow to the whole farm, even if they did have a few other cows. None were as close to the family as Harriet. While James merrily ate his ice cream, Marcos thought about how he would break the news to his son.

Once they had both finished, they decided to walk around town a bit more before coming across a shop that Marcos never remembered being there before. Still, looking like an antique or vintage store, he thought there may be some items in there that could work as a present.

The two headed into the store, a bell above the door ringing their entrance, and they walked into what felt like a somewhat disorganized antique shop with shelves filled with all sorts of random things. They walked further into the store together, with Marcos thinking the place was full of junk while James saw more wonder in it all.

"Dad, look! A bridle!" James pointed out as the piece was hanging from the wall.

"Yup, I see it, James," his father said while wondering what his wife could possibly want from this store.

They eventually made their way to the front of the shop where there was a desk with a bell ringer on it. James, excited to hit it, dinged it a few times before, from behind a bead curtain, came who could only be described as a rather stunning-looking woman with red hair, a scarlet and black dress and corset, and a wide brimmed smile on her face.

"Welcome to my shop," she greeted with a face that was young but with eyes that were sharp beyond her years. "So glad to see you on this fine, what is it, Wednesday? Thursday? I can never keep track anymore," she said with a soft laugh.

Marcos smiled while James's attention went right past the woman and to the rabbit caged behind her.

"Oh cool! Is that a bunny?" James asked with a child's excitement.

The shopkeeper smiled. "She sure is. Would you like to pet her?"

"Oh boy, can I, dad?" James asked, practically jumping up and down.

"If it's okay with her and you're gentle," Marcos told his son.

Meanwhile the shopkeeper turned and took the plump rabbit from her cage and set her down on the counter. The boy immediately started petting the rabbit while Marcos scratched the back of his neck and looked up at the woman.

"So what sort of things do you sell here?" he asked, looking around.

"All sorts of things. From the mundane to the magical," the shopkeeper answered in a spry way. "Was there anything you were looking for in particular?"

"Well we're technically looking for a present for my wife's birthday that's coming up. I'm not sure if there is anything here she would like though," Marcos said as he looked around.

"Well we have all manner of things so surely something she would like," the shopkeeper said with an energetic voice.

Marcos again looked around the store and wasn't sure exactly what could be found here that his wife would like. The shopkeeper seemed to notice this indecision.

"Perhaps you can let your son pick out something?" she offered, the boy's eyes lighting up as he pet the rabbit.

"Can I, dad?" James asked enthusiastically.

"Uhhhh, sure, son. Just be careful and don't break..." but before Marcos could finish, James was already running into the stacks of items and was picking up this and that. "I hope nothing you have here is too fragile," Marcos joked to the woman.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine," the shopkeeper said with a smile.

And so James went through aisle after aisle, picking up odds and ends, looking at them, and then placing them back. This went on for some time while his father chatted with the shopkeeper.

"So how long have you been here? I don't recall this store being here," James asked.

"Oh, about a year and a half I suppose," she answered, tapping her chin as she thought. "Business has been up and down but I'm staying afloat."

"So do you mostly sell antiques or...?" he asked, looking around again and seeing all manner of things, new and old.

"Think of me as a pawn shop of sorts except more, shall we say, magical?" the shopkeeper put with a soft smirk.

"Magical, eh?" Marcos said with waning interest.

"Quite!" the shopkeeper remarked just as James came back to the front with something in his hands.

"What have you got there, son?" his father asked as he took the rectangular box with a velvet finish and set it on the counter.

The shopkeeper seemed to already know as James reached and opened it. Inside was a necklace, with a single gold chain with an amber pendant hanging from the front. Marcos at first didn't think much of it, especially knowing that Christine was not exactly known for wearing jewelry, but as he inspected the amber more closely, he did have to admit it was a lovely, deep color that was quite pretty. Especially when gifted from James, he was sure that Christine would love it nonetheless.

"That's a very nice find, my boy," the shopkeeper said with a delighted smile.

"It's a nice piece but I don't see a price tag," Marcos noted.

"Well that's a very nice piece so I could see letting it go for, oh, say, fifteen dollars?" offered the shopkeeper. Thinking that was a fairly good price, Marcos paid for it and while he did, the woman took it and began to wrap it. "Free of charge, since you mentioned it was a present," she added with a smile.

"That's very kind of you, thanks," Marcos said.

As she finished wrapping and handed the box down to James, she paused for a moment.

"This isn't an ordinary necklace, you know," she began with a smile. "If you hold the pendant and make a wish, the necklace will do its very best to make that dream come true."

The boy's eyes seemed to widen. "Really? Any wish?"

"Well, within reason. I wouldn't go wishing for a billion dollars or anything, the shopkeeper joked. "But it'll do its very best."

With that Marcos and James left the store and headed back to their truck.

"That's a very nice present you got for your mom. I think she'll love it," Marcos said, smiling as he looked over at his son.

"You think so? I hope she does," James said as he held the box.

They finally went home where Christine was waiting at the front step, her eyes and cheeks somewhat red. She was wiping tears off her face when she saw them park and get out, item in hand.

"How were my boys today then?" Christine asked as she tried to compose herself. She hoped that James hadn't noticed but the boy came closer and appeared to notice.

"Are you okay, mom? What's wrong?" James asked.

Marcos and Christine shared a look that, after years of marriage, was understood without the need of saying anything.

"Well, James, I have something to tell you. It's about Harriet," Christine began before going into the difficult conversation of explaining to James that Harriet wasn't going to be around anymore. The boy went from not understanding to gradually getting the idea, once it was mentioned the cow was gone like his grandparents had, though they had died in a car crash and not in a barn.

Gradually, the boy began to cry and so did his mother. Even Marcos felt his heartstrings tugged at as his son and wife embraced.

After several minutes of crying, James pulled out the package and handed it to his mother.

"What's this?" she asked, sniffing up tears.

"It was gonna be for your birthday but, but I think you need it today," James said thoughtfully as he wiped his cheeks with his sleeve.

Christine tore open the packaging and opened the box. Immediately she saw the amber pendant and thought it was quite beautiful.

"Awwww, hun. It's gorgeous. Did you pick it out yourself?" she asked to which the boy nodded. "It's so wonderful. I absolutely love it! She proclaimed, taking it out of the box. She looked up at Marcos with those big, beautiful blue eyes she had. "I think I'll put it on now."

She then proceeded to do just that and as she finished, James reached out and grabbed the pendant as his hung from her neck.

"I wish our cow was back," he said sadly to which Christine had to do her best to fight back the tears that were coming.

"Awwww, she's always in our hearts, James," she reminded him before giving her son a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll go start dinner. Why don't you give me a hand, James," his father said, taking his hand and leading him up the porch steps.

As they went inside, Christine watched them until they were gone. With a somewhat heavy heart she got up and started towards the barn.

Christine's thoughts were occupied with that of her son and hardly noticed the tingling sensation that had come over her mere moments after the wish was made. Nor did she think anything strange when the tingling spread to her asshole and lingered there. She scratched at it idly as she walked, adjusting her denim overalls somewhat as well to try and relieve the itch she felt.

This continued into the barn proper where the rest of the animals were in need of attention for sure as most of the family's attention had been on Harriet. There were three horses, two other Jersey cattle, like Harriet had been, some pigs, and the bull, Young.

"Hey everyone. I suppose you all heard the news," she said sadly to the animals as she scratched her ass casually. "Harriet is no longer with us and the barn as a whole mourns for her."

The animals almost seemed to understand as the usual noises died down for a few moments, leading to a quite touching silence.

The moment was ruined after a few moments when, after making a sour face, Christine let out a surprisingly loud fart that caused her pants to ripple. Just when she thought it was over, it sputtered to a stop and she couldn't help but blush as red as could be in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," she apologized to the animals before she could smell it. "Oh wow, that's horrid," she said, coughing at her own stink.

Some of the horses even seemed to react, shaking their heads in displeasure.

"Well, excuse me," Christine said, pretending to be offended.

She was about to go over and get water when a bloated feeling hit her bowels. They seemed to churn for a moment before, like before, there was a loud and near thunderous clap of flatulence from her which she couldn't control. She felt her face go even redder while running to the faucet.

"What's gotten into me?" she said to herself as she let out a small burp before following it up with a louder belch that soon had company as her ass joined in with yet another unstoppable fart.

For the next ten minutes, the woman let loose from both ends, with her belly feeling the bloat as well. She tried clenching and closing her mouth but it had little effect on what was a total loss of control for several minutes.

Gradually the burping slowed down as did the farts, though small and no less putrid ones were still slipping out despite every effort of the woman.

"What in the hell was that?" she asked herself, having never been hit by such a spell of loss of control in her whole life.

Finally running the water, she filled a bucket before taking a deep breath. The swelling feeling in her stomach hadn't dissipated and when she happened to glance down, she noticed that her stomach was sticking out somewhat. She used her free hand and felt at the bulge before squeezing it, which turned out to be a mistake.

It started as a rumble in her gut but soon passed down her body and into her lower bowels. Things started to build up and before she knew it, clenching seemed to be failing her too.

This was all made worse by the fact that her asshole was no longer entirely human as it was now puckered. Christine was entirely unaware of this, even as she could feel it somewhat parting her cheeks and causing an itching sensation in a moment where she definitely didn't want to stick her hand down there. Then it hit her.

She dropped the bucket of water and grabbed a nearby pole as, despite her best and every effort, shit started to fill her panties as her asshole opened and it pushed out shit uncontrolled. But there was something different about this and she soon realized that things were not all they seemed. Her panties soon filled and began to sag into her overalls as more and more piled out. More than she would have thought humanly possible. In truth, it wasn't humanly possible.

But Christine was not entirely human anymore either.

"What's happening to me? Why can't I, I, I stop?" she asked, her face now beet red and struggling tears snuck down her cheeks.

She staggered away from the pole and nearer to the stables. Without even realizing it, she got a bit too close and before she even knew what was happening, one of the cows had their snout right in her ass, sniffing at the strong odor coming off her. Christine spun around, almost offended, before letting out another fart and yet more shit.

Her head was feeling a bit dizzy now and staggered across the barn to the other side where the horses took a very similar interest to Christine, sniffing at her rear end and making a strange face after doing so.

"Get away, Rose!" Christine said, nearly smacking the horse's snout away from her rear.

The back of her overalls were now stained and sagged but also dripped with the mess that was piling up. The smell of it was starting to worry Christine greatly as it was not entirely human. No, it smelled far worse and was more pungent. She almost recognized the smell when she suddenly heard footsteps.

It was James approaching from the house. Thinking quickly, she stumbled over to the pole and crouched down somewhat to try and hide her obvious load.

"Mom! Mom!" James cried as he dashed forward the last few feet.

"James! Oh, honey, hey! What are, ummm, what are you doing here?" Christine tried to say as casually as she could to her own son.

"Dad said to tell you that, hey, did you drop the bucket?" James asked as he noticed the pail on the ground and the water spilled everywhere.

"Oh, yes, yes. I must have tripped on something. Don't worry about it at all. What did Dad want?" a nervous Christine asked with a shaky smile.

"Ummm, oh, right, he said that dinner will be ready in ten minutes," James recalled very gradually.

His mother was nodding her head along the whole way. "Okay, thank you, hun. You can go back to the house."

"Okay, mom," the boy said as he turned. He only took a step before stopping. He then turned his head and could be visibly seen sniffing at the air. "Smells like one of the animals really made a mess!" he declared, sticking out his tongue in disgust before running off back to the house.

Christine didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the door to the house closed. Even then, when she breathed in, all she could smell was her own mess.

And it was about to get worse.

"Ow!" she yelped as there was a sudden shock down her spine that hit the bottom of it like a dart. There was a crack of bone and some more discomfort as her tailbone changed direction and started to get longer. Reaching back, Christine was hesitant to touch anything given the mess she had already made. But after a few more pulses after which her back hurt tremendously, she slid a hand down the back of her overalls.

Moving it in gingerly, she was in no rush to find out what was going on and by the time she reached the base of her spine there was at least three inches of growth sticking down where there used to be none at all. Squeezing it, she could feel her own sore and stretched flesh and grimaced as she did so.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked the air as her gut rumbled and yet more mess filled her pants. It was now starting to run down her leg in large clumps, dumping from her cuffs to the ground as she walked. "Oh God, why can't I stop?" Christine asked herself desperately as her anus pushed her more shit out.

The weight of it was starting to weigh down her overalls, the straps starting to tug at her shoulders. Gritting her teeth, she didn't want to think this was real and so pinched herself on the arm a few times to try and wake up. It did nothing but leave her arm feeling sore.

Then came a soreness of the hips and pelvis that she first thought was simply an after effect of all her loss of control. Instead her ass started to swell with fat while her hips' new pain and orientation had the woman bending forward somewhat to lessen the pain.

"Why is this happening to me? Stop!" she begged whatever invisible hands were doing this to her.

"MoooooOOOOOOOOOOO!" went one of the cows as Christine struggled to stand up. Her hands went desperately to the hooks of her overalls and unclipped them one at a time which, once finally released, tore open a seam in the back of her pants which allowed her mess to tumble out of the back while her soiled mess spread around her ankles.

The smell, and even the look, of it wasn't human. She could see and smell that. It looked more so looked like the manure the cows made and even had the same sort of consistency. Gradually stepping out of the mess with her boots, she was stained and naked from the waist down while her shirt, once white, now had the bottom hem stained quite terribly, and her bra.

Through it all, she had started to develop a hot sweat as things began to heat up for Christine. The pain in her hips continued as something seemed to shift as she felt her ass cheeks began to part. This allowed air to brush up against her asshole and caused it to pucker on its own. It was then, not fearing the mess as much, she reached back and touched the outer edge of the inhuman asshole she now had. It didn't take her much figuring to realize what sort of butthole it did feel like however.

Christine glanced over at the cows around her and shivered to the bone.

She needed help but she was afraid to seek it out. What could she possibly say to explain what has happened so far? Ignoring this question for now, she went for the small desk they had and the phone that was there. Maybe if she could at least call Marcos, he could think of something, anything, to help her.

As she struggled to walk now, she had to avoid her own mess as she went for the desk. Wobbly legs made for hard work, especially when having to balance leaning forward like she was. A few extra burps escaped her mouth and an untold number of farts followed as well. Christine simply could not stop herself being a gassy mess.

Finally reaching the desk, she looked back and when she did, was in near abject horror at what she saw. Her ass had swollen up while the tail she had been growing had increased in size dramatically. It was now hanging down between her cheeks, nearly seven inches long. With some concentration, she could cause it to flick somewhat from side to side but this only concerned her further. It allowed her to see the tip of her tail which was decidedly more furry, with dark brown hairs sprouting.

It was then, amid all this body horror, something really started to worry the woman and it was a curious thing. With all the sweating and panting and pain of a growing tail and ass, there was a warm, slightly arousing feeling that was spurred by a strange swelling of her cunt.

At first, it was all good feelings and strange arousal, all while her body was changing. It did not hit her for a few minutes that this may be a bad thing. Instead she let her tongue hang out of her mouth and enjoy the pleasure that was increasing. That this could be the result of further changes never crossed her mind while behind her, her pussy really was swelling up and pulling up from under her asshole as she stood.

It did not take long for the look of it to more closely resemble the cows which she was now spending her time around now than anything remotely human. Then there were a few loud, wet pops of bone and Christine felt further pushed forward while her hips swelled up with what was thicker bone and more meat overall. That her toes were getting numb was lost on her as she again felt a wave of pleasure from her changing sex.

It wasn't long before Christine was thinking more lurid thoughts and desired some sort of... filling. She looked around the desk and spied, in the corner, a large bottle of horse shampoo. It was plastic and rather thick but it seemed like it could do the trick. Grabbing it, she grabbed it and turned it around before inserting it into her cunt, finding with some shock and surprise that she was big enough to take the bottle. As she pushed it in further, she moaned louder until she had it about as deep as her hand would allow.

From here on, she started thrusting the bottle into herself over and over, turning up her heat and making her feel hot to a degree she had not felt in years.

"Oh God, it feels so damned good. How can this fit in me?" she wondered out loud before her eyes crossed and rolled back upon hitting the right the spot on her cunt and caused her whole body to shake. That her backside was looking more bovine now than human was lost on her as pleasure seeped into every extremity and it became harder for her to focus.

As her eyes fluttered shut, images of being rammed from behind- mounted, to be more specific- filled her head along with strange desires she couldn't quite place, but the want of a big, strong presence in her drove Christine over the edge and into an orgasm as she squirted juices down her hand. Once done, she plucked out the shampoo bottle and tossed it aside.

Panting, she brought both of her hands forward and rested them on the desk along with her head as she tried to wrap her mind around it all.

"Did I just get off with a shampoo bottle- oh, OH!" she gasped as the pleasurable numbness that was radiating from her cunt was overcome by sensations in her feet that she could only look down and observe.

Her boots started to rip open and separate before tearing wide as hooves could be seen forming from her old, stretched and worn out foot. Toes disappeared into thick growths that overcame everything and were certainly shaped like hooves.

"Oh fuck, no. No!" she cried out as she realized now what her backend was looking more like. It was as she was reached for the phone that she felt a tremendous swelling feeling in her gut that worried her that more mess was coming but instead of traveling down her bowels, the swelling stayed at her waist and but by the time she realized what was what, four teats were now poking out from a changing pink growth that would fit quite nicely as a new udder between the bovine back legs.

It was utterly surreal to the woman that this was happening to her. That her necklace, in the depths of the amber, was pulsing with life and was completely lost on her. She only saw and felt her backside being changed into something entirely inhuman and more bestial by the moment.

Christine's heart was racing with worry and doubt as she had no control over what was happening. She felt merely along for the ride. In her panic reaching for something with which to anchor herself as her head spun with dizziness, the phone was knocked to the ground and it shattered to pieces.

"Fuck me," she cursed as she watched her one escape literally go to pieces. Instead she moved from the desk to the stable doors with her hands and she did everything in her power to stay on just two legs. This was despite the fact that her boots were now ruined to shreds and all that remained were bits around her now hefty ankles. There was no doubt now that with her long, tufted tail and wide hips and the spreaded ass what animal she resembled. She was biting her lip as the unmistakable feeling of a swelling udder was hitting her and hitting her strong. "I'm not growing an udder. I'm not turning into a cow!" Christine said defiantly.

Despite this, light brown fuzz was starting to sprout down the back of her leg meeting with white fur.

Gradually she worked her way to Harriet's old pen where her calf, only a few weeks old, was still waiting. The door swung open loosely and Christine had to rush to keep upright. It was while this happened that the calf became curious and then began to sniff at the half changed woman. It did not take the calf long to find the teats on the swelling udder and start suckling right away.

"Oh! Oh! OH!" Christine gasped as she tried to push the calf away with one hand but failed to do little more than change the way the calf's body was facing. "Stop! Winston! Stop!" she pleaded with the animal who still didn't have much understanding of the name they had given him.

The calf continued to suckle as footsteps suddenly approached.

"What the hell?" Marcos yelled as he entered the barn.

Surprised, all Christine could do was lift her tail and let more manure plop out of the back of her as what could only be considered cow shit stunk up the place even while the calf continued to feast.

"Marcos! Macros! Help, honey, please!" she said desperately when she heard his voice. She tried backing up and when she did, Marcos had trouble finding the words for the sight he saw.

From the midsection down, with her ribs starting to swell just now, there was nothing but one of his heifers from tail to hoof and everything in between. Beyond that, as his eyes came into focus, was his wife with a desperate look of worry on her face.

"Jesus... Christine? Is that, is that you, hun?" he asked, almost hoping the creature in front of him would say no.

Instead she nodded as more shit plopped from her ass unheeded. "I can't stop. Something is happening to me and I can't stop it, Marcos. I can't stop turning into a cow for some reason! Help! You gotta help me!" Christine pleaded with all the dread she could muster.

Marcos started to approach before spotting the massive piles of cow shit everywhere along with pieces of what must have been overalls at one point. Circling and jumping over these piles, he got closer to the creature that said it was his wife and tried not to tear up.

"Christine?" he asked, reaching and petting the woman's still unchanged head.

She sniffed up tears and snot and tried to compose herself as best as possible but it was hard. Her lower half moved slowly and her tail wagged from side to side. "Oh Marcos, you have to help me. I don't know why this is happening but it won't stop. I feel so, so, so strange!" she said with ample worry.

Marcos was at a loss for words at first at the sight of his wife merged with a cow, with the cow starting to take over. There were loud cracks and more burps escaping Christine's mouth as her midsection and ribs began to change, getting wider and thicker.

"Jesus, Christine, you look like you're half cow!" was all he could manage to say in his shock.

"I know! You gotta help me!" she asked with big, pleading eyes.

For all the panic in his mind, he did want to aid his wife but he had no idea how. She reached out to him then and he reached and took her one hand and then the other. Immediately he felt her weight push against him and he had to firm up his legs to take her weight.

"This is insane. You're getting huge, hun. When did this start?" he asked, looking down her chest where her shirt was tearing open while her bra looked stretched and nearly ready to rip off.

"I started feeling... strange, after you two went into the house and I came back to the barn. I just started to, to, to," but as she recalled the mess she made, her asshole opened and added yet more cow pies to the floor. She sighed hard. "I don't know why this is happening. I just want it to stop!" she asked desperately.

Marcos was desperately trying to think of what to do when he noticed something strange about what was in his hands. He looked down and saw Christine's fingers were starting to merge together. He yelped, backing up and letting go of her so at last, despite her every effort to the contrary, she fell to all fours.

"Nooooo!" she shouted sadly as her shoulders cracked separated, her stance getting wider while her torso looked deformed.

"Oh my God, honey, I'm so sorry!" he begged desperately, kneeling down and trying to grab her hands again but it was now too late. Her wrists snapped and shifted before gaining bone and getting thicker, much like the rest of her arm.

"M-m-m-mil, milk... milk..." Christine was desperate to say as her husband realized she was trying to say something.

"Milk? What about milk, hun?" he asked, hoping to somehow help.

"Milk... milk... meeeEEEEEE!" she said, her voice warping somewhat as she said it.

Marcos had to think for a moment before it registered in his head. He looked down and saw that the udder of the cow portion of her was looking quite full and was actually starting to leak at the teats. Marcos quickly grabbed a stool and three buckets and started to milk his wife. He was nearly a bucket in before he thought to look over at his wife and consider what was happening to her.

Much of her front legs were devolving into their cattle equivalent, despite Christine desperately trying to pull at her arms and wish she was somewhere else. At least the pressure at her teats was finally starting to subside. Just the feel of her husband's practiced hands on her tender teats was enough to cause the woman to coo. Marcos didn't take long to fill the first bucket and move onto the second, with it filling quickly as well.

This relief was short lived as it felt like there was a frog in her throat as she started to cough. Just as he was starting to fill the third pail of milk, Marcos stopped to rush to his wife's front.

At this point, she was little more than a human head on a Jersey cow's body and she was quite the large cow as well, easily weighing some several hundred pounds. As if matters were now embarrassing enough, she had never really been able to stop her bowels from emptying completely and Marcos had to even think he had never seen an animal produce so much manure in such a small time frame.

"Honey? Baby? Christine? Are you still there?" he asked her head.

Christine felt more bloated than any other time in her life, and was drooling somewhat while her eyes rolled around inside of her head. She was trying to process what she was hearing but it was difficult. Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by wet flesh growing and stretching as her neck started to extend. Along with that, it was also getting thicker.

Strangely, even as Christine's neck got thicker, the necklace she wore didn't snap or break but the chain did get longer to accommodate. The amber gem was still glowing and part of it caught the light and so caught Marcos's attention. He got closer to the pendant and inspected it, seeing the glowing gem inside the gears in his mind started to turn.

"M-M-Marcos!" Christine called out as she felt her own skin crawl. The hair on her head was starting to fall out while her ears were getting bigger and bigger.

"Oh no, no, no! Christine! You gotta hold on, dear. I think, maybe this necklace has something to do with it..." Marcos surmised while his wife could only continue changing.

"Necklace?" she repeated, only vaguely aware that she had put one on earlier.

Her neck got thicker and thicker, and looked more fitting of a cow than a person by the minute. The necklace's chain somehow extended to fit around the neck using what could only be described as magic.

Marcos went from his wife's head to the neck and searched for the clasp, having a desperate, late ditch effort to save his wife. Christine was meanwhile feeling the bubbling up her throat that came out as struggling moos despite her every effort to speak English. Her nose was starting to get bigger and wider across her face while her cheek bones felt tugged out.

"Marcos... it's happen... happen... starting to finish. I can't, talk moooOOOOOOoooch lOOOoooooOOOooonger!" she bellowed loudly against ever effort on her part.

Marcos desperately searched for the clip but simply could not find it in the midst of all the growing fuzz and thickness of her neck. He grumbled and cursed under his breath as his search turned up no results. He glanced over and saw more bovine in his wife's face than human. It worried him greatly but what was there to do?

Finally, his fingers stumbled upon something and he managed to find the clip that held it all together. He undid it and let the necklace fall to the ground. He stepped back and looked at his wife but could only mourn.

He was simply too slow.

Her ears reformed, eyes and tongue got bigger as a snout pushed out and the bigger teeth took over. In the end, Christine was now a full Jersey heifer and one coming into season, based on the bull's flaring nostrils. The bull's name was Young and was no stranger to a heifer in heat and knew his typical role in things. He bucked and kicked in his stall but Marcos ignored this to concentrate on his wife.

"Can you still understand me?" Marcos asked the cow to which the animal nodded.

Sure enough, Christine still had her wits, though there were quite a few strange sensations criss-crossing her body and making her feel all sorts of strange sensations. She tried her best to bring everything together but it was hard.

"Oh good, you're not totally gone. I think something with that necklace caused this. I don't know, the woman we bought it from mentioned magic but I didn't think that was real or anything. Certainly nothing like this!" Marcos said as if in his own defense.

The cow shook her head and tried to rid it of all the intrusive cow thoughts. She was only partially successful. She tried to speak again but Christine was only able to moo and make similar noises to verbally communicate.

"Oh gods, hun, I don't know what to say. You're a fucking cow now!" he declared, taking in the full sight of his former wife, even as she added yet more stink to the air with additional more cow pies.

Suddenly there were cries from the front of the barn and when the two parents looked, they saw James approaching. Marcos immediately ran to intercept the boy. Jumping a large pile a manure, he grabbed the boy as he ran and steered him around.

"What's going on, dad?" the boy asked as he was set back down. "That cow... she looks just like Harriet! Did Harriet get better?" he asked with growing joy.

The father barely knew what to say other than how to save his wife.

"Would you like to go on a trip with daddy back to town? Go get dressed really quick, okay?" he said before sending his still curious son along on his way. James kept trying to turn around to see but Marcos kept pushing him back to the house.

'Oh please don't let James see me. No one can know this happened!' Christine thought desperately as she walked hurriedly away and bumped into the bull's stall. This knocked the lock off by pure chance and made it so the bull only had to buck a bit for the door to swing open.

Christine watched from afar as Marcos got James into the car before he ran back towards the barn and near her. He grabbed the necklace from the floor where he left it before. He then went to the cow that was his wife and rubbed her neck.

"I'm going back to the store and getting this reversed. You just stay here and," but before he could finish, he heard and then smelled his wife producing yet more manure with a straight face. "Just, don't go anywhere." He then kissed the cow on the forehead and ran off back to the truck to soon drive away.

No sooner did the car hit the road did the door of the bull's pen open up by chance.

Out trotted Young, a large black bull and one massive animal. It did not take him long to pick up on the scent in the air. Soon his nostrils were flaring and taking in the hot scent Christine's body was putting off. She tried to move but soon found that these efforts were not effective as the bull simply followed her.

'Young! Get away, boy! You're not helping!' she thought loudly and mooed at him accordingly. As she looked back at him she noticed his massive bull cock was sliding out and looking hungry. She tried trot away as best she could but Young had her scent as was not going to be denied.

Marcos drove as fast as he could back to the shop with the hopes of getting this reversed. He knew the necklace was the cause somehow and that the woman working there likely knew more than she let on. He turned down the roads and went as fast as he could, passing cars as he went and driving somewhat dangerously.

"Watch out, dad!" his son yelled as they came soaring over a hill and had to swerve to miss a truck. Marcos rubbed his head and found it drenched in sweat. He wanted to calm down but all he could think about was his wife being stuck in that massive body for one minute longer than was required.

After nearly an hour, they reached the town just as the sun was starting to set. Marcos rushed to the door and part of him expected it to be locked but with luck it turned and they stumbled into the shop. With James in tow, Marcos headed into the store, spied the woman at the front counter reading a magazine and then slammed the necklace down on the counter.

The woman's eyebrow cocked up slightly. "Can I help you, sir?"

"This turned my wife into a... a... a... but he struggled to say the word as it seemed like accepting what he was as reality. Shaking his head he tried again. "This turned my wife into a fucking cow!" he finally managed.

The red haired woman didn't lower her eyebrow which was raised in curiosity. "Turned your wife into a cow you say?" the woman said with a passing interest.

"Yes! I need you to fix it! Now!" he said hurriedly, breathing fast and looking over at his son who was just wandering through the aisles.

"Calm down, calm down," the shopkeeper said as best she could. "The necklace is a wishing one so someone must have wished for a cow or something if that's what you got," the shopkeeper explained. She did, Marcos did slightly recall his son saying something about a wish earlier...

"Whatever it is, I just need it reversed!" Marcos kept on with the woman trying to calm him down.

"Easy, easy. This is certainly doable, so long as she hasn't done anything crazy like mated successfully," the shopkeeper said to which Marcos shook his head.

"Of course not! That's disgusting that you even mention that!" he scoffed, trying not to think of it.

Meanwhile, Young the bull had gotten Christine into a proverbial and literal corner as she was stuck staring at the wall with the bull ready behind her. There was no where else to go and bull was very, very horny.

'Oh God, I'm so sorry, Marcos,' she thought in desperation as the next thing she felt was the massive weight of the bell on her lower back. She had mated a bull and a cow a few times but never thought she would be the cow in the situation. Christine made sure to keep her back legs spread and tried to relax as much as possible, knowing the bull cock would be coming soon.

A growing part of her was really waiting for that cock the most and it got its wish when the beast thrust in his cock into the tender heifer body and changed Christine's mind as to what was the best kind of orgasm to have. One with her husband was quite quickly topped by what she was feeling with the bull, who was so much bigger and filled the whole of her up in ways she couldn't fathom before.

Her udder swayed and the last shreds of her old shirt fell off while she was fucked hard into her fat, cow body.

Back in the shop, the woman was trying to simmer Marcos down.

"I only mentioned it as it will nullify any magic. It's basically like making a pact with nature and you can't break that... anyway, you might also find this useful," the shopkeeper said as she pulled a cowbell from under the counter.

"What's this for?" Marcos asked.

"When hung around a cow's neck, it allows them to speak if they're able. Should allow your wife to talk before you manage to change her back," the shopkeeper explained while she again went under her counter.

It was a good two minutes before she finally sounded pleased and stood up holding another necklace in her hand. This one had a sapphire gem around the neck.

"What's this supposed to do?" Marcos asked as it was handed to him.

"Works with wishes as well and as long as the wish is made truly, and everything is how I mentioned with her bovine virginity, you'll have your wife back in a matter of hours to days," the shopkeeper said with a happy sigh.

Marcos was relieved and gripped the necklace tight to his chest.

It was at that moment that Christine had yet another bovine orgasm and the tightening around the bull's cock seemed to do it for him and allowed the bull to cum as well, sputtering into her fertile body and grunting all the while. Christine felt hot and bothered by it all but all the same loved the feeling and even the ooze of seed out of her cunt was a welcome sensation.

Marcos and James were driving home about the time Young decided on round two and mounted Christine yet again, fucking her continuously until she was left wobbly legged and dripping bull cum. Young eventually dismounted and went back to his stable and the door blew closed somewhat while Christine was left panting and wondering exactly how badly she fucked herself over.

When the two arrived home, Marcos sent James inside while the husband made the impassioned plea for his wife's return while holding the necklace tight to his chest before putting it on her neck- the strap of it growing to fit- and hoping for the best.

A day passed and then another with no changes and no difference in the cow's behavior. Only on the third day did Marcos remember the cowbell and quickly went to strap it to the leather collar the cow now had around her neck. Once affixed, Marcos backed away from the cow.

"Can you understand me, Christine?" he asked, gulping and hoping for the best.

The cow was chewing on some feed and at first seemed entirely disinterested before finally coming around. "Marcos? Is that you?" the cow asked in a voice that was deep and somewhat melodic but reminded him of Christine all the same.

"Yes. Yes! It's me, Marcos! Oh my, I'm so glad to hear your voice," he said with a smile and a heavy breath of relief. "I was worried I had lost you forever."

She continued to chew before remembering the conversation she was having. "Oh, sorry. I get a cud chew going and I lose track of things... I miss you and James so much. I'm so sorry that this happened, honey," she tried to apologize.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I think a wish James made was the cause of your transformation. He's the reason you're a, a, a," but he still had trouble saying it.

"A cow?" she finished for him while gulping down what was in her mouth. "You can say it, Marocs. It doesn't hurt my feelings."

"But it's hard to believe that you're an animal like this now. James is asking questions and I just said you had to go on vacation. That necklace I got you was supposed to change you back but nothing. I called the shop but the woman never answers her phone. I'll be going down there again as soon as, well, as soon as things are taken care of," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Taken care of? What do you mean?" she asked, her tail swatting side to side to ward off the flies that gathered there.

"I'm having the vet look you over in a couple days," Marcos said quickly, scratching the back of his head. "I just told Doc Mitchell that you were a new cow we got and I wanted you inspected... I just want to make sure everything is... right, with you. You produce more manure than any cow I've ever known. I mean, it's good for the crops at least," he joked to which she shot him a derisive eye.

"I don't wanna be a cow, you know," she started to say. "It's just, it's so hard to fight the feeling of wanting to really settle into that cow life, you know? Grazing or just eating is fun and I've slept better now than I have for years... wait, what am I saying? I don't want this! I wanna change back!" Her mood swung back and forth and Marcos could only watch it happen. He sighed deeply and hoped he wasn't losing his wife.

Later that week Doc Mitchell arrived and greeted Christine like she was just another animal in the barn. She tried to act the part but boy was it hard. Marcos had removed her bell earlier in order to ensure she wouldn't make any noises on accident during his inspection of her.

He checked her mouth, teeth, tongue, ears, neck, the way she stood and the way her udder hung. He only had to barely touch a teat to get some milk dripping out of it. She was full as ever and in need of a good milking. Coming around her back, the vet strapped on a glove and shoved his hand into her cunt, inspecting it and nearly causing the bovine to cum at the mere thought of what was happening to her.

"She seems to be in pretty good health. Pregnant too if I had to guess," the doctor said as he stripped off the glove and tossed it into the trash.

"P-pregnant?" Marcus stuttered while rubbing the back of his head. He remembered what the shopkeeper said about nature winning out over magic and now it made sense why the necklace didn't work.

"Yup, she's going to have a calf sooner or later. I bet it'll be a big one too," the doctor said as he gathered his things.

Marcos was beside himself for while, trying to wrap about the idea that his wife was now pregnant. How it happened lost on him but he knew that he was absolutely livid. Once the vet left, he returned to the barn where Christine was doing her usual eating and shitting routine.

Marcos attached the bell to her neck and then stood in front of her, hands on his hips.

"How did you get pregnant?" he asked bluntly.

She would have blushed had she the ability. The first day, while you and James were gone, Young mounted me and fucked me like the dumb cow I am," she said with her own amount of bluntness.

"Dumb cow? Christine, do you hear yourself, hun? You're not some dumb cow. You're still my wife and I love you," he said before hugging the animal that was busy adding to the cowpie behind it.

"I feel like a dumb cow most of the time. Even with the bell, the humanity comes and goes, Marcos. And I suppose I should admit to something else..." she said, hanging her head low.

"And what's that?" Marcos asked.

"After the first time Young fucked me, I got out of my pen every night and opened his just so he could fuck me over and over again and over and..." but as Christine continued, feeling her own cunt get wetter at the thought, Marcos had to clamp his hands over his ears and walk away.

He didn't want to hear about his wife's escapades as she lost herself more and more to those cowlike feelings.

Still, James kept her somewhat honest and while she never spoke around him, she loved the time the boy would spend with her without needing to be told. Even as, over the weeks and months, Christine got bigger and bigger with her coming pregnancy, so to did the excuses for where exactly his mother was. It got to the point where Marcos and Christine decided, after the calf was born and reared, to try the wishing necklace again to see if they could get her back once she was no longer pregnant.

This meant James was left in the lurch about his mom's location and well-being for most of those months. Meanwhile Marcos got more milk from Christine than any other cow they've ever had. Bucket after bucket and Christine would still produce and need milking frequently. James was often the one to do it and he loved it and the new cow so much.

Another aspect of Christine that was undeniable was her massive manure output that was nearly equal to that of two cows and meant her pen needed to be shoveled frequently. This was something that Marcos was unfortunately stuck with and resented his wife somewhat as she never seemed to stop herself from making more manure. There was never any self control or anything resembling that in her eyes as she would make cowpie after pie.

When the final weeks before she finally gave birth came, Christine was talking less and less to Marcos. He always tried to have a conversation with her every day to keep her wits but it was growing harder to manage. Often times she would be chewing cud while he was trying to have a conversation with her or she would ask where Young was. Marcos thought he was losing his wife and could only hope that it would all be over soon.

Come the fateful day, the birth was an easy one for Christine overall. The calf was large and healthy, standing up on its own four legs rather quickly and going to its mothers teats for food soon after. Christine seemed happy and relieved by it all, even commenting to Marcos that it was easier than giving birth to James by far.

For the days afterwards, Marcos would talk to Christine about making the wish again to turn her back to normal and whereas she used to be thrilled by this prospect, she now seemed less determined.

"You don't wanna be cow, right?" he would ask while the calf suckled away at her.

Christine would sometimes struggle to think of an answer to the question before Marcos would practically had to tell her what she wanted.

"You want to be human, right?" he would then ask.

"Right... right," she would nod dully and agree while her mind was clearly wandering.

A few weeks went by before Marcos could finally convince Christine to try the necklace and wish again with the hope of transforming it back. She kept putting it off as she wanted the calf to grow more and more. Once the calf was clearly ready to leave her side, Marcos pulled his wife to the side.

"Are you ready to be human again?" he asked her.

"Uhhhhhh, sure," she replied before plopping out some more manure from behind. Marcos had to try and ignore the smell and instead secured the necklace around her thick throat. Grabbing the pendant, he made his wish to return his wife to normal. Then he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Hours passed with him spending all his time with Christine, looking to see the slightest change in her physical appearance. Despite everything, though, Christine was still a cow.

"Damn it. This thing must be busted or something," Marcos cursed as he was already considering driving down to that shop and giving the woman a piece of his mind. That's when Christine came closer to him and nudged him with her snout.

"It's not the magic, hun. It's me," she told him, big eyes looking right at him.

"Don't say that, hun. This magic just must not be working," Marcos tried to tell her to keep hope alive.

That's when Christine backed away and lowered her head. Marcos could tell something was weighing heavy on her mind.

"What is it?" he asked.

Christine felt embarrassed and started to look around, spotting the fields and wanting to go there but still found herself stuck with her husband.

"I might have, ummmmm, well," but she struggled to find the words before Marcos grew impatient.

"What is it, Christine? Tell me!" he insisted.

"Oh jeez, I let Young fuck me more. Every night for the past three weeks, hun. I just... I just love him on top of me and that bull cock... I'm pretty sure, and I hope, I'm pregnant again. I don't think I wanna be human anymore," she admitted while looking down at the ground.

Marcos felt his heart drop and could hardly believe his ears.

"Christine! How could you?" he asked, still stunned.

"It felt so good, Marcos! I just, I just wanna be a good, proper, cow with my life now," she said which only crushed his heart more.

It was there that Marcos heard the rattle of something and looked off to the fields, where Christine was already gazing, and saw Young standing there with a couple other cows near him. Marcos couldn't help but feel a little ashamed about being outranked by an animal but it was about to get worse.

"Can I go now? I want to be with Young," she told him, her legs already carrying her towards the field. Marcos was quick to first take the bell off Christine which she seemed to like. He then watched his former wife trot over to the field to be her bull and the other cows.