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New Found Farmstead

By Von Krieger

An old pickup truck rattled and clanked its way down a graveled road, the magnetic sign reading "New Haven County Health Authority" nearly obscured by the dust of the road, and barely hung on amidst the rust.

Inside Amy Grant tried her best to avoid the bumps, divots, and ruts in the road. Even with her best effort she hit one, which made her partner, Gary Chalk, let out a groan of discomfort.

Gary had started to have stomach trouble right after they had gotten into the office that morning. Likely it had come from something growing on the ancient grounds that were left in the coffee machine, which Gary had likely not changed since the turn of the millennium. Or so it seemed. Amy was more of a tea drinker, and left the stuff alone.

"I don't think that things will be too hard without you, Gary. You can just stay in the truck if you like." Amy offered.

Gary made an expression of mock horror, "With only a spotty AM radio to keep me company? No thanks. I'm sure they won't mind if I sit in the house. Probably a good idea in case I need to... you know..." he said with a bit of a blush.

Amy smirked to herself. Men were such big babies when they were sick. Gary had already had to dash to the tiny bathroom in their only slightly larger office several times in the few hours they had been there.

The gate leading to the Anders' farm was open in preparation for their arrival. Amy had called and set the time for their appointment to look the place over. She had talked to Casey, who was a relative and visited the farm to help out. Apparently they'd just acquired several new milk cows in the past week or two, and needed some help around the farm.

Everyone else was quite busy, but Casey said she would be happy to show the two health inspectors around the farm. And that likely would be her standing out in front of the farmhouse.

Driving the pickup in close, Amy sucked a breath in through her teeth at the sight of the statuesque beauty. Casey had to be a good six and a half feet tall. She was quite busty, with long honey-blonde hair that hung down past her waist. Casey raised a mittened hand and waved to the two inspectors.

The truck came to a stop and Amy stepped out.

"Amy, right?" the amazon said, offering a hand, which Amy shook, "I'm Casey, we talked on the phone?"

All Amy could do was nod and look up at the woman who was more than a foot taller than herself.

She finally managed to find her tongue and released Casey's hand, as she had been gripping it for far too long. It felt strange somehow. "Would it be okay if Gary waits inside? I think he's caught a bit of a bug and isn't feeling too great."

Casey nodded and leaned down to the open door, "Feel free to go right inside, Gary." She said to the ailing health inspector. "Kei... Kate's inside making breakfast, so if you need anything, just ask her."

Gary nodded rapidly and quickly darted from the truck's cabin into the front door. Apparently he'd suddenly had another attack of the runs.

"Well, I suppose I ought to show you the milking facility. We've had some new equipment installed, and you'll probably want to have a first hand look at it."

"Sure." Amy said, a bit tongue tied. She had never thought herself to be bisexual, but she couldn't help but stare at Casey's perfect body. She followed behind the statuesque beauty, in the perfect position to watch the sway of her hips beneath the long dress she wore.

-o-

Gary panted, doubled over as he made it into the house, and began immediately looking for the bathroom. Every bump and rut in the road had aggravated his condition, and now he needed to use the restroom quite badly. Though he didn't need to use it for what Amy thought he did.

He walked with a slight forward lean, trying to hide the tent in his pants. Thankfully his coat was bulky enough that, while bent, made his hard on difficult to see. He had been overcome with insistent, powerful urges all morning. It was like going through high school all over again, only with the random erections and needful throbbing turned up to eleven.

He took a turn and ended up in the kitchen, and suddenly his problem became a whole lot worse. One look at Casey had made his member ache with painful need, but this was so much worse, as there wasn't a thick winter coat concealing this figure.

A black leather skirt clung tightly to a rump and hips, bent over in front of some cabinets, pulling a cast iron skillet from its place in storage. Below the skirt, Gary could see shiny black boots with exceptionally high heels and platform soles. The black-clad beauty stood, making Gary gasp softly.

She was dressed in a matching leather top that clung to her buxom frame and left nothing to the imagination, as it was extremely short, short enough to reveal several inches of beautiful roundness, as well as show off the taut, athletic belly and back. Purest white skin over a six pack. He followed the curves upward, to find that his gaze was being returned by a pair of red-purple eyes framed with purple and blue eyeliner. Purple lips parted in a grin and her giggle made him almost blow his load right there. Her hair was pure black, cut to frame her face, and accentuate her ears, which seemed a little longer than normal, with pointed tips, giving her a sort of elven look.

"Gary, from the health office," he said, a pained look on his face, "Sorry to ask, but I really need to use the rest room." He said, face red as a beet.

She giggled again and pointed to a nearby door way, "Though there." She said, her voice like honey.

"Thanks." Gary said, and began to make his way to the doorway.

His progress was stopped by a purple nailed hand pressed against his crotch, and purple lips, inches from his own.

"But I think I can help you with your problem in a way that will bring us both enjoyment." She virtually purred, pushing Gary back against the counter, her hands finding the zipper to his pants.

The poor, sexually frustrated man couldn't gather the willpower to resist, and all thoughts of such vanished the moment his member was sandwiched between thick-nippled, but otherwise perfect snow-white breasts.

-o-

Meanwhile Amy was being lead through the cow barn, and out into a new building. It seemed almost like a hotel or an apartment complex. From the outside it had simple looked like an extension of the barn, but on the inside it was quite different.

Amy blushed softly as Casey guided her in with a hand on the small of her back. The tall woman directed her to the closest of many identical doors.

"We've set up a demonstration just for you." Casey explained, stepping behind Amy as she opened the door and stepped in.

Amy's eyes widened at what she saw, her hand covered her mouth as she gasped at the sight before her. There were two chairs, one was empty, but the other was occupied. Padded leather cuffs secured the wrists and ankles of a... woman to the chair, while the familiar milking cups were attached to the nipples of her breasts, all four breasts.

The cuffs forced her legs apart, two large, metal dildos attached to some sort of support structure where shoved into her pussy and rump, a set of leather cuffs had been placed around the woman's huge, thick, throbbing member, tightening and loosening in sequence.

Amy didn't quite understand what she was seeing. Not only did the woman in front of her have a two foot long, blunt tipped cock, and four beach-ball sized breasts, but she also had white and black spotted fur, small horns, a muzzle, a tail, hooved feet, and three fingered hands.

She moaned, panted, and writhed in her chair. She bucked her hips and thrust against the air.

"Wha... what is this?" Amy asked, horrified, confused, and more than a little aroused.

Casey chuckled and placed a now mittenless hand on Amy's shoulder, a hand with two thick fingers and a thumb, the last joint hard and black.

"It's how our dairy works now." Casey said, turning Amy around to face her, "Allow me to give you a more hands on demonstration."

Amy tried to struggle, but all resistance went out of her as Casey's lips met her own. Amy moaned softly, her tongue exploring the big girl's mouth. Her saliva tasted strangely sweet.

Casey pulled away, making Amy whimper, as she craved more. The farmhand spun Amy around and gave her a light shove. Amy stumbled forward, catching herself instinctively on whatever was nearby. Her hands gripped the thighs of the cowgirl and her stomach brushed against the bound girl's member. The cowgirl cried out and climaxed, a thick, sticky explosion coating Amy's face and breasts in cum.

A portion of it landed on her tongue, and Amy couldn't help herself. She gulped it down, the sweet taste in her mouth so delicious. Before she could fathom what she was doing, she had her mouth impossibly wrapped around the thick, flat head of the cowgirl's cock, not wanting a drop of precious, tasty seed to go to waste.

-o-

Gary panted for air as Kate finally released his cock, it was like she had been trying to coax every single drop she could from his member. Somehow despite the large size of her breasts, Gary's cock had been able to reach fully between them, and still have several inches to spare to slip into her mouth.

He blinked and stared at his erection for a moment.

"Would you like some cocoa?" the gothic beauty offered.

"Y-yeah, that sounds nice." Gary said, feeling a little light headed. He put out his hand, holding it to the side of his cock, comparing the size. It had grown several inches in the past few hours.

A warm mug was pressed into his hand, and Gary found himself gulping it down, the tastes of sweet chocolate and even sweeter milk spreading over his tongue. The cocoa's warmth seemed to spread throughout his entire body and his need returned.

Kate pulled off her skirt, the sight of what was underneath made Gary gasp. She had a cock. An eighteen inch, bright pink, blunt tipped member. It was thick and protruded from a sheath of skin. Horse-like, or maybe cow-like. Kate put a leg up on the counter, her tall frame and large boots allowing her to straddle Gary's cock.

She drew in a breath as he entered her cunny. Kate was a hermaphrodite. The thought of it tickled somewhere in the back of Gary's mind. But conscious thought was out of the question as Kate's inner walls gripped and pleasured him like he had never thought possible.

He found his hands moving out of instinct, wrapping around Kate's bovine shaft. Definitely bovine, she'd taken off her headband, exposing two small horns.

"You're so lucky," the cowgirl panted, "I'd love to have the gifts you'll be given. But we need at least one of us who can pass for human."

Gary just moaned in response, shivering as Kate's cock leaked thick, warm precum onto his chest and belly. Kate tore Gary's shirt away and began to rub the slick fluid over his skin.

"Just relax, this is going to feel incredible."

Wherever the precum touched, the skin beneath it grew incredibly sensitive, making Kate's touch even more pleasurable, erotic, almost orgasmic in nature. The muscles beneath began to feel almost like a liquid, his skin like rubber. Gary's ability to flee had long since vanished, so he only watched as Kate's hands traced over his form.

Where her hands went, his skin lightened the tan from spending a large amount of time outdoors faded instantly beneath the cowgirl's touch as her juices soaked into his skin. After caressing every portion of his upper body, Kate began retracing their path, the pleasure increasing to an almost painful intensity.

Beneath Kate's touch, Gary's body reshaped itself. She started with his hands, moving up the arms. Gary's fingers grew longer, thinner, more feminine, the nails lengthening for a brief moment before they began to merge.

He watched in fascination, pulling his hands away from Kate's cock for a few moments. Gary's thumbs were growing, the nail turning a deep shade of purple, growing, expanding, taking over the first joint of each digit. He watched a thin web of skin connect his index and middle fingers, and another between the ring and little fingers.

The web grew thicker, gaining muscle, pulling the fingers together, the bones blending, making two fingers out of what were once four. The change spread over Gary's arms, the muscle and bone shifting into a thinner configuration.

Kate's hands traced over his shoulders, moving upward to take Gary's cheeks in a gentle grip, running through his hair, back down over his neck and back, circling back over the shoulders, down to the chest, where they remained.

Gary moaned with delight as the pace of transformation increased, the sound that escape his throat soft and high pitched, his body quickly changing from that of a weathered man to a soft, sexy, sensual woman.

Gary shivered as his hair began to grow, the soft strands tickling his bare white skin. It grew down to his thin shoulders, down his back, down onto his chest. Gary yelped as white hot pleasure streaked through him as Kate pinched his nipples. She pulled back on them gently, the flesh around them seeming to come with.

A pair of breasts slowly formed, as large, round, and shapely as Kate's own. She rolled the nipples around between her thumb and forefinger, making them grow larger, thicker, longer. More like teats than actual nipples.

As Gary's breasts grew, the change progressed downward without Kate's aid. A soft, pudgy belly narrowed and tightened into taut, fit muscle, the hips and rump grew larger, more curvaceous, the rest of the leg and foot following suit inside Gary's pants and shoes. Shoes that began to feel uncomfortably tight.

Kate's sex seemed to tighten around Gary's member, but he soon realized it was because his cock was growing. His growing balls pressed against the pre soaked skin of Kate's thighs. She was beginning to pant and moan, as close to climax as Gary was becoming.

The cowgirl's hands released Gary's nipples and gripped two new places, right on the edge of his ribcage. The delight that had coursed through him as his breasts had begun to grow before returned, with the added sensation that he felt as he sandwiched his plentiful tits over Kate's member, wanting to return the favor from earlier. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.

-o-

Amy wasn't sure how much longer she would last. She gulped down the last drops of seed she could coax from the bound cowgirl. Her body felt strange, warm, incredibly aroused. She knew that she needed to get away, to flee before she was strapped down, fucked, and made into just another milk-filled cowgirl slut.

The crotch of her pants was saturated with the juices of her arousal, her sex throbbed. It felt puffy, pained, needing to be rubbed, caressed, filled with hot, hard cowcock. Amy knew that in order to escape, she had to be able to think, to have the strength to keep from pawing at her self.

She turned, ignoring the spikes of pleasure that went through her as the fabric of her jeans and panties rubbed against her sex. The sight she encountered made her freeze in her tracks. The sight of Casey, naked.

The six and a half foot tall beauty had cast aside coat, mittens, shirt, and dress. A brown-black cock, even larger than that the cowgirl sported, stood at attention. She tapped a hoof on the floor of the milking room, her arms crossed over her large breasts, breasts tipped with thick, brown teats.

She pulled her hair back, revealing long, pointed ears, halfway between that of a horse and a human. She stepped forward, her equine tail, long blonde strands of the same blonde hair, swishing from side to side as she walked. Amy made a fist to prevent herself from reaching out and running her fingers through that shimmering honey. It looked so soft. She wanted to feel it against her bare skin as Casey pounded into her with that massive cock.

"You know what you want. Let me give it to you." Casey said, reaching up with a three fingered hoof-hand to stroke Amy's cheek.

The human learned into the touch, but then stepped back. Casey took a step forward, and Amy backed up again. The horse-herm stepped forward once more, and Amy tried to step back, and found her self falling back into the other milking chair.

Amy looked up at Casey with a mix of fear and desire. She tried to stand, only to be pushed back down. The equine's powerful hands locked around her wrists, pulling them to the chair's cuffs and quickly binding them in.

Amy struggled in her bonds as Casey gripped her ankles, binding them as well, forcing her legs open. Her shirt and bra were torn away with one powerful tug from Casey.

"Just let it happen." She whispered, leaning down, her lips meeting Amy's once again, her long hair falling and brushing against the bare skin of Amy's belly and breasts. Tears ran down the human's face as she stopped struggling, returning the sweet kiss. She wanted to get away so badly, but she also needed to fuck, and at that moment only one option looked like it was available to her.

Then Casey grabbed her breasts, the three fingered caress sending a bolt of ecstasy though Amy. She bucked in the bonds, feeling warm, slick wetness gush from her as she climaxed.

Just having her tits fondled had made Amy cum, and yet her arousal and need still lingering. She craved more. She moaned loudly and pressed against the horsegirl's hands. She could almost swear that she felt her breasts growing, inflating like balloons.

"We've transformed the farm's entire stock into hermaphrodite cowgirls." Casey explained, "With the various configurations of breast size, number, and the possibility of an udder or not, we're trying to figure out the most efficient arrangement that gives the most milk for the least care and least inconvenience on the part of the milk cow."

With Casey's statement Amy felt her nipples grow and swell, pushing outward, lengthening into thick teats. The hermie horse grinned and released Amy, reaching under the chair and pulling out two suction cups, sliding them over the human's nipples and attaching them.

Amy could only watch in fascination, arousal, and ever-shrinking fear as she was milked. It felt so nice, so perfect, so erotic. She could see why the other cowgirl had been strapped down like this, Amy kept trying to press forward into the sweet sensation, and if she succeeded in moving too much, she'd knock the cups loose.

Her sex burned with need, she needed Casey's cock inside her. She looked up at the horsegirl with a pleading look. Casey tore away Amy's pants and panties with ease, tossing the ruined clothes into a corner. The cool air blowing across Amy's puffy, swollen, aching netherlips made her body clench up in a pleasurable spasm as she climaxed again, but it did nothing to alleviate her lust.

Casey rubbed the flat head of her equine member against Amy's sopping snatch, "Mmm... once this is inside, there's no going back. If we stop here, you'll be able to pass for human. But if even one drop of precum gets inside of you, there's no way you'll be able to leave the farm. You're going to be one of our milk girls forever."

Tears ran down Amy's cheeks as her needful twat was teased, "Please, please fill me with your cock!" she pleaded.

"Do you want to be a milk girl?" Casey asked with a grin.

Amy lowered her eyes, shaking her head.

"Then no cock for you." The herm horse chuckled, pulling her member away.

"No!" Amy cried out in frustration, "Fuck me! Please I'll be a milk girl!"

"Say you'll be my horny, slutty little milk girl."

"I will! I'll be your horny, slutty, wet, dripping, cock-sucking, cum-hungry milk girl! Whatever you want! Please, just fill me up!" Amy begged.

"As you wish." The horse whispered, slowly sliding her member into the newest addition to the dairy farm's production team.

With the fat horsecock inside of her, Amy found her need dimming. It didn't hurt anymore, her lustful desire felt so good. If she could have moved, Amy would have hugged Casey to her tightly, wrapped her legs around the gorgeous herm's waist. She seemed perfectly content to fuck Amy with agonizing slowness.

"More! Faster!" Amy whimpered.

The horse grinned, bringing her hands to Amy's breasts, now the size of basketballs, giving the soft flesh a squeeze, helping to force the milk out. She began rubbing below them, a strange sensation flowing through Amy's body as it happened. She felt like a balloon filled with jelly, soft, mushy, and malleable.

"More, you said." Casey laughed, molding a second pair of breasts right below the first.

Amy stared at them once the horse removed her hands, no more than a handful at first, they quickly ballooned outward, quickly filling with milk. In almost no time they were mirrors of her original breasts. And just as quickly, her new teats were capped with the cups of the milking machine, drawing out the thick, sweet liquid as well as giving her such wonderful pleasure.

Casey began to pick up her pace, her equine member leaking pre into Amy, accelerating her transformation. Up to this point Amy was just a busty, four breasted human. But that image was quickly shattered.

Amy saw the skin of her feet turn dark, everything seeming to pull together into a large hoof, but she didn't recognize that it was something to fear or to resist. She simply moaned at the sweet sensations of pleasure that encompassed her body. The four points of pleasure from her breasts being milked, and the long spike of physical bliss between her legs, all wrapped in the warmth, comforting blanket of her transforming body.

It seemed to spread upward from her new hooves; Amy's calves changed shape to match them, growing more muscular as well. It spread to her knees and hips, which also shifted to a more digigrade configuration, as well as becoming thicker, wider, stronger, meant to support more weight than Amy's human legs had.

A narrow tail snaked from the base of the new cowgirl's spine, tipped with a tuft of honey-blonde hair. Her skin began to darken, taking the same tanned tone that Casey had. As the changes reached her hips, Amy felt a pleasure pressure build in her loins, suddenly erupting outward.

She looked down at her new member and licked her lips. Two and a half feet long, four inches thick, dark brown, slick, and dripping with precum. She leaned her head forward, trying to lap at her new addition, but it was to no avail. Casey grabbed the slick organ and slid a larger, longer version of the milk cups over it.

"The secret ingredient, it's what makes Anders Farms milk to tasty, and to the untransformed, so very addictive."

Amy's head lolled back as the sensation of her new member turned her muscles to jelly. Casey continued to thrust into her, caressing the heavy balls that had grown in to accompany Amy's new manhood.

The new cowgirl couldn't believe that she had been afraid of this, that she had wanted to run away and leave feelings this wonderful behind. She felt her body firming up, muscles growing. Her frame expanding to more easily carry the hefty weight of her milk-filled breasts, now the size of beach balls.

Amy moaned in delight as she felt a ballooning sensation on her belly, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as a third pair of massive milk bags swelled to prominence on her torso. She pulled at her restraints, clenching three fingered hoof-hands, trying to pull them free, wanting to caress and massage her new additions.

But the pleasure of them was soon taken care of by the addition of another pair of milkers. Amy gasped softly as she felt her face seemingly turn to liquid, reshaped by invisible hands into a blunt, boxy muzzle. She felt a pair of horns sprout from her temples, and her hair rapidly growing longer.

Casey ran her fingers through it and grinned, "It's my own mark for the cowgirls I make." She explained, "Soft, sexy, and still quite human-like. You're perfect, Amy."

The horsegirl leaned down, pushing the milkers to the side, her human lips meeting Amy's bovine muzzle. As their lips met, the two climaxed, and Amy's world turned white with pleasure.

-o-

Gary clung tightly to Kate as he felt the incredibly might of his climax wash over him. Kate had cum just a moment before, the tightness of her sex, the warm juices that leaked down onto his cock and balls, the thick streams of her seed that spattered his face and many massive breasts. He couldn't quite count all of them, his head felt strange, stuffy, it was very hard to think.

He didn't even notice the fact that Kate's cum had begun to seep into his skin. The gothic cowgirl grinned and pulled herself off of Gary's member. She stroked his cheek gently and coaxed him down from the counter. Gary simply smiled at her and leaned into the touch.

"Good girl." Kate whispered, planting a kiss on Gary's neck, "That's what you are now, a girl. I think I'll go with purple for you, so from now on your name is Viola."

"Viola." The former Gary repeated, nodding. Kate knew what she was talking about, and it was kind of hard to remember some things, like her name and gender. So Viola she was.

Viola gasped softly as that feeling of liquidity returned to her body. The new cowgirl felt like she was being blown up like a balloon. Her eight basketball sized breasts began to fill further with milk, lilac colored teats growing semi-erect with arousal.

Her shoes had long since grown tight, but now they were uncomfortably so. She leaned down to remove them, but her breasts got in the way, smashing together, making streams of milk leak from her nipples, making Viola moan with pleasure. She went weak in the knees from the wonderful sensation and staggered to the kitchen table, leaning on it for support.

It wasn't merely her milk-filled tits pressing together that caused the weakness in her knees. Popping sounds could be heard as Viola's legs reconfigured themselves into the proper bovine shape.

She moaned with delight as the muscles in her legs swelled, growing stronger and thicker, making it so much easier for her to carry the hefty load of milk that she would bear from now on.

The remainder of her clothing, pants, boxers, socks, shoes, exploded into shard of useless fabric and rubber as a second wave of change pulsed through Viola's legs, and her entire body.

Her frame was filling out with solid slabs of bovine muscle, but she was also growing larger. It made sense, a milk cow like her ought to be big and hefty, the better to produce more milk.

Viola mooed happily, her bestial member bobbing up and down, bumping the bottom of the table she leaned on. She couldn't help herself, she pressed against it, her teats rubbing against the smooth, polished surface. The movement made her member bump against the table, which made her buck her hips, which made her breasts rub against the table.

The new cowgirl gripped the table with her purple tipped hoof-hands as she pleasured herself. She moaned with delight as Kate rubbed her back, coaxing the flesh and bone to continue their growth and transformation.

She gave Viola's hair a gentle tug, making the blue-purple strands grow longer, soft, sleek, and shiny. She leaned down and whispered into Viola's elongating, white furred ear, "I've waited so long for this."

Viola felt Kate grip her tail, the blunt head of her mistress' member pressing against her bottom. A strange thought crossed the new cowgirl's mind, that she was a girl, and yet she lacked the proper girl parts between the legs.

A hard thrust brought an end to that train of thought, as pleasing Kate was far more pleasurable to Viola than having a pussy would. She moaned and giggled softly as she felt a tickle over her snow white skin. Blotches of a dark blue-purple appearing, marking her forever as a cowgirl.

She mooed with absolute bliss as Kate pounded into her ass, her mistress' perfect, purple nailed hand wrapped around her thick member. She couldn't imagine how she had gotten so lucky to be one of Kate's cowgirls.

-o-

Hours later Amy finally relaxed in her bonds, finally feeling sexually satisfied. Her breasts were a little saggy, as they had been emptied of their sweet, precious milk. But she knew that they would soon regain their beautiful, perfect roundness.

There was a soft sound of metal on metal and the cuffs that had Amy bound fell away from the machine. She sighed softly as she removed the milkers on her teats and cock with her new hoof-hands, placing them in the tub of water beneath the bondage chair to soak.

She removed her cuffs and put them back where they belonged, sliding the notched pins into the hole, where they locked once again, ready for use by the next milk cow. Amy stretched, delighting in the sensations that her compact, powerful frame gave her. She drew in a deep breath. Even with all the weight on her chest it felt so easy. She felt like she could run forever without getting tired.

The new cowgirl walked to the door and turned the knob, stepping out into the hall. Earlier in the day when she had viewed the hall as a small human, she had thought that the tall ceiling and wide walkway was a waste of space. But at her current eight foot height and a weight that approached a half ton, she was quite grateful for the space.

The mirrors on the walls had been another thing she had been confused about, but she put them to good use as she walked, admiring her tanned frame. Her hair, now long and blonde, stirred softly as she walked, her tail doing the same. Though she had a cow's horns, she had a horse's tail.

Back through a set of double doors she saw fellow transformed, horses with tool belts and harnesses, working on adding more rooms to the milking barn. She smiled at them and nodded her head, admiring their powerful and beautiful bodies.

Amy finally arrived at her destination, the communal bedding area. It had only been two weeks since the farm had been converted, and perhaps a week since a construction firm from the next county over had been brought into the herd to create new housing and milking facilities for several dozen now sentient and bipedal bovines.

The place was filled with blankets, pillows, mattresses, couches, recliners, whatever could be found or bought on the cheap. Amy's eyes wandered over the mix of bovine and equine anthros around her. Some where purely cow, some purely horse, several others were like her, a mix of features. Very few were somewhat human looking. Most had fur.

Her eyes widened at the sight of a few of her herd, one of them was a sort of centaur. A blend of human and herd animal above the waist, but having the full four legged body below it. She blended the features of the largest species of both horse and cow into a powerful frame. Both her humanoid and bestial bellies were large and rounded, virtually engorged with pregnancy.

Resting on her flank was a human woman, completely normal looking except for the fact that she had hooves rather than feet, and between her legs was the largest set of male genitals that Amy could see in the entire room. The length, fully erect, was four and a half foot in length.

It made her feel a little embarrassed over her own two and a half foot length. She was capable of carrying around so much more than the human woman could. She stared at that big, sexy equine member all the time she spent walking to the section she knew was her own.

Amy flopped down onto a number of mattresses laid side to side, snuggling up with her herd-mates, all as tanned and blonde with horse tails, all transformed by Casey. Her herd-sisters snuggled up against her, all smiling and having welcoming words, making Amy feel perfectly at home.

She looked over to the next area and waved at Gary, now Viola. There wasn't anything that could identify the violet haired shemale as Amy's former partner, but somehow she recognized the beautiful creature he had become anyway.

Tired after her transformation and hours of being milked, Amy closed her eyes and relaxed, happy and content with her new life as a milk cow for Anders Farms.