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Half 'n Half

By Zatarra L. Vulpe

"Say, would you mind if I had a drink?"

Nick just looked at the guy. The guy was too formal, wearing a tux and hair slicked back, silken red gloves over his hands and matching sunglasses, at night. Nick was in his shorts and a red tank top, a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter poised in front of him.

"Uh, what?"

The guy's voice grew a little louder, slower, as though speaking to a foreigner. "Would you mind if I had a drink? It's a simple yes or no answer."

Nick looked around him for a second. The night club behind him was thudding a beat from some popular song he hated. He came here to get away, get drunk and forget it all. He shrugged, maybe the guy was high.

"Uh, do you want me to buy you a drink?"

"Oh no no no, I that would be unreasonable, I don't want you spending your own monetary gains on my account, surely you'll need them, I just want to know if you would mind if I had a drink."

"Well, I guess not, it's a free country and all."

"Oh most excellent, thank you so much."

"Uh, no problem?"

This is when the guy turned and walked away. Nick just watched as he did so. He had a sort of loping stride that set one well shined shoe in front of the other. He then turned the corner and left Nick's sight.

Nick shook his head, thumb producing nothing but sparks. Then his gut lurched. Nick heaved forward, the cig fell. His hands wrapped around his stomach and he made a groaning sound.

"Ugh, shit, something I ate."

He felt the wave of nausea pass, then made his way down the street, towards the parking lot with his car. He heaved again about halfway there, in an alley. Nick's arm's came tighter around his stomach, or, so he thought. Did it feel, bigger? He shook his head, probably just a little bloating. Maybe he'd just head home and expel a little, no biggie, just too much cheap Chinese earlier.

He made it to his car. The drive was awful. Every other intersection was a red light, Nick was starting to feel feverish, practically dampening the seat. Maybe this was more serious than he'd first thought. He heaved again, and this time_felt_ his seatbelt move. He swore he felt something in his stomach jump, practically into his lungs. He managed to park the car and get into his apartment building.

He was huffing a little, his hand looked pale when he pressed for the button to his elevator. He pitched forward after pressing for floor twelve. He stumbled into his room as he felt his stomach churning under his hand, swelling a little more.

"F-fuck."

He threw off his clothes and fell to his knees. He was burning up. Maybe Nick was poisoned, the guy at the nightclub. He twitched and curled into a ball, but felt his gut pressing out and pulsing again. He was covered in sweat, but then, suddenly, his fever broke. His trim abs were gone, his belly button a little deeper.

Nick groaned and felt his stomach swelling a little further, visibly growing, tightening in front of him, the skin growing into a taut bubble of flesh. He sat back and whimpered as his chest followed suit, sleek pecs starting to push out behind his nipples. The areolar flesh grew darker, spreading as his chest began to feel heavy. Nick held them in his hands, they jostled a little. He gasped, breathing hard, just the rush of blood in his ears.

Something pushed along his belly, toward his groin. His stomach felt a chill and then warmed, skin growing pink, as though from a rash. He reached down along his stomach and felt his skin growing softer, little sensitive, a little nub tweaked against his palm. He felt lower, the curve continuing, soft and plush between wider thighs, just ending in...

Nick felt around. Nothing. Ending in nothing. Flat, totally gone. He tried to stand but the nausea struck again, he rode it out and then finally stood. He felt like he'd fall over if he didn't take it slow, hands on his stomach. He sort of waddled into his bathroom, in the dark he could already see his size.

The light flicked. He was blind. Then he gasped.

He was so large, his hips and thighs visibly padded. His body had girth, instant fat he definitely didn't have moments ago. The biggest change, though, was his torso: a huge swell in his abs as round as a globe and a set of full on breasts, large by his standards, just on his body. The worst part was between his legs: totally smooth, white skin, just a tiny, shrinking bulge that felt moist and hot, pulling back, disappearing.

Then it clicked: girth, swell, breasts, cock gone, he was becoming female, knocked up, pregnant. Or at least he looked like it. And it wasn't finished. His skin looked paler, nose looked pink, irritated on his round face. He saw the same on his stomach, the rash area looked tender, four red spots in otherwise pink flesh. He tightened in odd ways as the flesh twitched, his skin itchy.

His stomach rolled, boiling. He lowered, slid against the wall behind him, rear pillowing on cold tiles. He licked his lips, they felt too thick. His fingers felt odd, stiff, only moving in pairs. He felt hairs poking out of his wrist as he watched his index and middle knit together from the knuckle, flesh giving and bone aching until the tips were fused, nails growing. The former male felt the tile near his new sex, quivering as it was.

"Wha-, what's happening to me?!"

He felt his tongue thickening, ears twitching and stretched, longer, almost like flaps. He watched his feet splay from his thick legs, Toes bunching as bones rearranged, popped under growing caps, darkening into recognizable hooves. His tailbone pushed and settled out over his squishy rump.

His stomach rolled one more time, and then he felt another push. His rash was billowing, filling out into a pink sac. Four bumps pulled out, tapered, flopped as the pink sac grew. It was so big, resting on top of his thighs, budging wit weight, four heavy teats sagging, brushing thick white hairs.

He whined and grunted as he tried getting up again, his voice rising in his throat as he felt a weird tingle washing over his skin. His sinuses twitched and pulled forward, his nose stretching as he gave a little squeal, his teeth feeling thicker while his face prickled with new hairs. His head hurt, his forehead broadening and a pair of bumps squeezing out of his hair. He shook his head, tailbone mimicking the motion, thick hair stretching from the small tail growing over his rump. His arm slipped and he finally pushed himself up.

His skin was totally covered in white fur, with thick black splotches. His breasts were full and stomach rounded, his sac... His udder sagging against his thighs, nearly reaching his thicker knees. But his face terrified him. He had a gentle sloping nose, spread out nostril with a small jaw, flat teeth exposed near a thick tongue. His eyes were round, watering. He was... He was a cow. A cow human, a cow woman, a rather heavy set or maybe even pregnant cow woman. His three fingered hands ran over his stomach.

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck... M... Mm... Mmmooooooo!"

He put his hand up against his mouth. Why did he do that? Why did it feel so good? His lips quivered, muzzle hanging open as he lowed again, soft and making him feel warm, blush through the white hairs on his cheeks.

"What a beautiful young dairy cow you've become."

He practically jumped, his body bouncing a bit. It was the man again, assembled in the same outfit, suddenly standing in the kitchen outside of his bathroom. He stood rail straight again, hands resting at his sides as he leaned in toward the new cow.

Nick backed away as the man drew nearer, then gasped as he descended, mouth open, as though to bite.

Then moaned, lowed again. He felt... Sucking? He looked down, the man was sucking straight from his breast. He felt protests die away, tongue searching and lips soft. There was a little pinch of his suckle, then a steady, lovely feeling. The man gently guided Nick to his couch, kneeling and suckling, Nick's muzzle practically fell open. It seemed like a lifetime before the man drew away and licked his lips. Nick was about to speak when he started on the other, slow, a little pinch, then warmth. Nick leaned back and the man followed, never hard, never too strong a pull. Nick's head rolled back against the cushion as he worked.

Nick felt much better when the man finished, but then his udder lurched a little, feeling as though it might burst.

"Oh, ah, one moment miss, I shall have it taken care of."

"Wait, did you do this to me?"

"Oh, well of course, I asked if you would mind didn't I?"

He left the room, then returned with a bucket, resting it at Nick's hooves and drawing him closer. He then gently took a pair of teats from the udder in hand and pulled one. Nick felt the strangest feeling, tugging and stretching and a squirt. The man started slowly, then had one at a time, a weird relief settling over Nick as the man tugged and handled. It started feeling fairly good, if a little intimate, but he supposed it was far past time worrying about that. There was an odd, trance like purity to it.

"Ah, very good, quite the product, you truly are made for this."

"But, you made me for this, you changed me."

"Oh no no no, don't give me all the credit, certainly much of it was from the stuff of a wonderful dairy cow within you."

"But I didn't want to be a cow."

"Oh? You didn't?"

"No! Of course not! How could I have wanted this?"

"But you said yes, I could have only assumed."

"What? How?"

"Well... You and I are certainly of differing places if the question weren't obvious, but I do apologize for this minor gaffe. I suppose you shall desire compensation? I can provide you with a service, simply name it and it shall be done for your exquisite milk."

"Well, I dunno, just, make me normal, you know?"

The man paused and leaned in, eyebrows dipping down slightly. "You're certain this is what you desire?"

"Yes, please, just make me normal."

The man gave a bit of a shrug, reached into a pocket and drew forth something that looked like a mint. "Simply take this when one wishes to sleep. When you wake, it shall be so. Once again, I cannot apologize enough for the misunderstanding, but you do have such lovely milk, I do hope to sample some again soon."

And with that, the man turned and left, the door open and closed with barely a squeak. Nick glanced down to the little mint in his palm, making his way to his bedroom and then resting himself on top of the comforter. He lay gently, making sure the weight of his stomach wasn't too much. He then took the mint. He lay back and glanced up at his ceiling. One soft blink and he was asleep, out like a light.

The next day came early. An alarm buzzed for just a moment before there was a high yawn, a hand on the alarm and a few bleary eyes. It took a few minutes before the bathroom light flicked on, a gentle padding of feet on tile. A three fingered hand grabbed the comb and looked into the mirror.

She loved her appearance, even if she was a little bed head. The comb ran through her long, black hair and until it was looking straight. She set the comb down and looked into her eyes, lowering her muzzle a little and making her lips seem smaller, making a little kiss. She giggled, putting on a little gloss and a bit of eye shadow, but going for a look more au natural.

She got a buzz from her blackberry. Her ear twitched a little when she raised it to her head.

"Hell-oo? Yes this is Nancy... Oh hi Carol! It's been a while, why haven't I seen you at the Pasteur?... Aww that's too bad, you know how bulls are though... Oh, sure! Don't worry about it, I've been to work so many times this week the shelves are stocked with my udder juice, you need it more, especially with, you know, that problem... Oh it's no problem honey... Oh thank you... Oh we're doing fine, even with me eating for two... You'll get it eventually, he'll just get past, you know... Okay, well, have a good day Carol, don't work too hard!"

Nancy felt a little laughter on her lips as she hung up. There was a bit of a groan from the bed.

"Uh, who was that baby?"

"Just Carol, I guess she's taking my shift, too much milk, not enough, well... Steve's having 'difficulties.'"

Nancy glanced back to herself at the mirror. Stepping in behind her was a thick, dark bull of a man, his three fingered hands clasping hers. He was careful with his horns as he nuzzled her ear, giving a little nibble, his dark brown hairs and muscles mixing with her lighter.

"Poor guy, I don't envy him a bit."

"Mmm, good thing you don't have to."

His hand rest on her stomach, running slowly from chest to udder, resting on her belly button.

"How's our little one doing?"

She turned back and their lips came together. "Mmmmm, good."

"Mmmhmmm, still thinking of names?"

"You don't like Mike the Second?"

He huffed a little laugh. "Dunno if that'll work for a little cow like her mommy, huh?"

She giggled. "I guess not, but I think we've got plenty of time."

He nodded, holding her closely, whispering gently "Love you, Nancy" as he nibbled her ear.

She gave a little huff of her own. "Love you more, Michael."