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Bull Milk

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Lisa hummed to herself as she checked out the dairy aisle at the grocery store – a smaller store than the one that she would usually go to, but, well, she was looking for something a little more specialised that time, to be fair. She didn't need to pick up the essentials but she was wondering what other milk and cheese options were available, considering that her family business was in farming too. It was always good to check out the competition.

She wouldn't have quite been branded as a farm girl, however, just when she was out and about. Her black T-shirt was fairly nondescript, hugging her athletic body, though the curve of her hips gave her a more feminine edge too. Her hourglass-shaped body was complemented with the rise of her chest too: double-Ds, if anyone was asking. They got in the way sometimes, but Lisa wasn't complaining. It was her body, even as she slapped down the aisle in her red flip flops and red nail polish, and she was going to more than make the most of it, just the way it was.

Not that she was with anyone at that time, however. No, she was too busy at the farm for that, working hard, her blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail for shopping. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she perused the milk aisle, dimly remembering the cows back at the farm. They always seemed so calm and relaxed…eating and sleeping, soaking up the sunshine. In a way, she kind of wished that she could live as one of them too, maybe. But she was lucky enough to have the life she had.

“Oh…"

Lisa picked up a carton of something branded as “Bull Milk." That was strange. Turning it over, she read it internally, rather than out loud.

It looks like it's much healthier, interesting, she thought. But…where does it come from? How do they process it, to make it even healthier for people? It looks like this might even be suitable for people who are lactose intolerant.

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She had to have it, just to see what was going on with the drink. It might be competition for her farm's produce, but she really just wanted to see how it tasted too. It wasn't until Lisa got home, however, that she realised that there was a warning on the side of the carton too.

“Hm… Warning, do not have more than four glasses a day," she read it out, chewing lightly on her tongue. “Huh… That's weird. But why would there ever be a limit on drinking milk?"

She shook her head, setting it on the table and dragging a chair back. The farmhouse kitchen was old and traditional with a warm, cosy feel to it. It was one of the places that Lisa was the most comfortable, though the appliances were modern, offering all the comforts that she had become used to over the years.

Pouring a glass, she tipped it back, letting the smooth, creamy milk flow over her lips and tongue. She swallowed instinctively, eyebrows twitching as she tried to smile. But she couldn't stop… It was just that good! She didn't know how milk could taste as sweet as that, without being sickly like something manmade, like candy, without something being done to it, though there was no further description on the box. Her tongue flicked around her mouth as she found that she had finished her glass, pouring a second immediately to drink down.

And another.

And another.

She paused at the fourth glass, fingers brushing the carton and the warning.

It can't be that serious, she thought. If there was something weird going on with the milk, they wouldn't have it out on the shelves like that, it would be controlled and regulated. It must be okay, really.

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Shrugging off the warning, she curled her fingers around the cool of the glass, condensation dampening the outside, and chugged that one down too. It was as if she couldn't get enough of it, throat working in thick, heady gulps, a small trickle of milk dripping out from the corner of her lips.

“Ahhh…"

She gave a soft sigh of relief as she finished, satisfied, if only for the moment. Her stomach rumbled faintly and she rested her hand on it, lips pursing.

Well, maybe a trip to the bathroom was in order. She didn't have plans for later, though perhaps it would be best if she headed out for a break later. She couldn't spend all her time at the farm, after all.

“Oof…"

Lisa grunted faintly, something a little off, but it was not anything that she could quite put her finger on. No matter, however… She walked slowly, rubbing her stomach gently, to the bathroom on the ground floor, her guts growling, soft and low.

Yet the loud, wet farts, breaking wind noisily, that ripped free of her backside were most unusual, rippling and blasting.

“Oh!"

Even Lisa started at that, glancing back as if she was surprised by the actions of her own body. There was a distinct smell to it too, though not as rancid as it could have been – almost as if the stench was kind of familiar? Like something she would have found out on the farmyard, rather than in the house with her.

“Thpptphtphphhhph!"

That was not a normal noise to be coming form her body! Lisa gagged, the wet, rippling farts getting to her in a way that breaking wind and relieving gas from her body never had done before. That was so gross! But it was only something to do with her body and she was sure she would manage, if only she got to the bathroom in time.

But the moist, loud farts kept going – right up to the point where she was standing in front of the bathroom door. The pressure was there, right at the base of her stomach, but less than before, which was at least a little more helpful.

“Phew!"

“Pffffft-fffffrrrraaaaap!"

She'd breathed a sigh of relief too soon, however, as the pressure returned and another wet fart tore through her bowels. And it wasn't just a fart too! It was her body unloading, pushing out…manure! Big, wet rounds of clumped together manure filled her underwear, squeezing out of her anal ring, the muscle squeezing and flexing to push out the sodden droppings one after the other.

“Ugh… What the hell…"

She groaned, shaking her head, leaning against the wall as her legs trembled, horrified at the actions of her own body. If only she'd managed to get to the bathroom! Her stomach still clenched and contracted with light pain and pressure, but nothing more than the usual that she might have felt, even if she was relieving her bowels into her underwear right there and then. She gagged. It was gross! The act of an animal! And yet…

Something changed in her. As she breathed in the clawing reek of her own manure (she really must have eaten something terrible), something eased in her, as if she had stepped into a cool bath that was the perfect temperature for her, washing away all ills. No more was she disgusted by the reek of her farts, the waste matter squelching into her underwear, bulging and oozing out wetly, but…it was almost okay?

Breathing more easily, she shifted her hips back and forth, something warming in her loins.

“Mmmph…"

Lisa grinned without realising what she was doing, pressing her thighs together lightly, the heat of arousal tugging at her, pulling and dragging her attention, despite the manure pausing. The pressure, however, was still there, rumbling and grumbling faintly in her belly, yet Lisa didn't feel like she needed to hold it in anymore. No… It was natural, wasn't it.

She grunted, tipping forward a little, her legs slightly bent, breathing in the scent, bearing down as if she was going to the bathroom.

“Ppppppfffffffftttttt!"

Her backside eagerly responded as her body let rip all over again, farts swelling from her like music from a trombone and her body letting loose with all the manure that should never have been kept inside her to begin with. She let it loose, more and more manure filling out her underwear, the wetness squelching into her clothes, marking and staining them. Her backside grew lumpy and squashy, though nothing ripped through her clothes, which was probably just as well. Her house already smelled like a barnyard, even though Lisa didn't really see the problem with that. It was a good smell, at least to her, dragging in breath after breath, the damp plop of manure squeezing from her ring as she bore it out, every last bulb of it.

Her hand, however, crept down her front, her clit throbbing, pussy squeezing down on nothing at all, though she wanted something. She was turned on, her fingers playing with her sex through her shorts, the smell only seeming to do more and more for her, gasping faintly.

“Oh!"

Shaking herself, Lisa snapped out of her lust-filled daze, waddling with her manure-filled shorts and underwear.

Yet it didn't seem, to her, as if there was anything out of the ordinary anymore, no… Not as she wandered to her room in a half-daze, smiling faintly to herself.

Changing into a nice dress for the late afternoon…yes. Heading out to dinner. Her thoughts came a little more clearly, swelling through her mind. That sounded like a very good idea indeed, yes.

Though getting cleaned up first of all, thankfully, came without any reservations from Lisa at all.

The only thing out of the ordinary there was that she chose to wear flip flops out to dinner, rather than the heels that she preferred. The heels would have been okay – but the flip flops showed off even more of her feet, with a thong between the toes to keep them in place on her feet. They made a loud slap as she walked and she grinned, spinning before the mirror, wriggling her toes in the flip flops.

That was better… Just the right look to attract a mate, showing off as much of her feet as possible.

Not something that she would usually have done, but that didn't matter anymore.

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Before heading out for dinner, Lisa paused in the kitchen, licking her lips. Her stomach growled faintly. She couldn't just head out without another glass of that delicious milk! It was just too good to resist and it would keep her stomach full enough as she headed to the restaurant. She swallowed it easily, drinking from another glass, making sure that every drop went straight down her throat where it belonged.

And that was the beginning of the true end for Lisa. Though not in any way that would have been outside the realm of what she would have liked, to be fair, for herself too.

At the restaurant, she couldn't focus. The drive had been tricky enough in itself, her mind wandering all over the place, the car drifting across the road on more than one occasion. She just hadn't been able to stop herself from staring at all the cows and bulls in the fields as the light died at the eve of the day, how their grazed. And the cows with their thick bodies, the meaty folds of their pussies so warm and inviting. It was as if there was something in her that had never realised it before, awakening with a passion on that very day, grunting thickly in the back of her throat.

It was almost like…the beginnings of a moo.

“Mmm…"

She seated herself carefully, after being brought to her table, a little, round one suited for a single person, with a white tablecloth draped over it. What would it be like, she wondered, if she had a cock? Bigger than a guy, of course, a fat sausage of meat that she could plough into a cow, like the ones that she had loved for so long while she worked at the family business of farming.

“Miss? Miss?"

“Oh!"

Lisa snapped to attention, not having been aware that she had drifted away into her thoughts once more. The waiter leaned over her, as if he had been about to touch her on the shoulder to draw her attention to him. Clearly, he had been trying to get her attention for a little while already.

“Miss, you were quite far away there," he said with a gentle smile. “Are you ready to order? I can give you a few more minutes, if you'd like."

“No, no, that's quite okay," she said smoothly, though her mind still tugged her back to the cows, imagining, even then, that her cock was throbbing, that something bigger than even she could hold was swelling from her crotch, aching for cow pussy. “I'll have…uh…a water and a salad. Big ones!"

She said the last bit with delight, putting extra emphasis on it that had the waiter drawing back a little, studying her carefully.

“Yes, of course, miss," he said, recovering. “I'll get those started for you right away."

She managed to just about keep her mind on the straight and narrow for a little while, though not for too long. There was a chatter of conversation and a buzz of liveliness about the restaurant, which seemed to be quite popular with an Italian theme, but it was nothing like what she really wanted. Suddenly a bit chilly in her loose dress, which floated down softly around to rest just above her knees, Lisa shifted her weight on the soft, padded seat of the chair, imagining soft fields, thick with luscious grass.

Perhaps like her salad. That would be all that she needed there, yes, she was sure of it. She grunted, licking her lips, ignoring the glances of other patrons, who had seemed to notice that there was something up with her, even if she had not been entirely aware of it herself. Just the cows, the cows… The cows. They were better than people, most definitely, her stomach grumbling as if she had not eaten in days.

Her dinner arrived and she couldn't focus. Delving into her food, she chowed down as if it was the last meal that she was ever going to eat, barely even using the knife and fork. She shovelled lettuce and tomatoes and cucumber, even olives and sweetcorn too, into her mouth, though Lisa in herself barely even realised what she was eating. She was just so hungry!

And her thoughts wandered as she ate, focusing only on them. The act of eating was automatic, after all, chewing noisily, not even really closing her mouth properly anymore. It just didn't seem necessary, not as she grunted and let her mind drift, thinking of the cows.

Oh, how wonderful they were… She grunted like an animal, imagining thrusting into them, just how big her stick of meat would be, if only she had one. She rolled her hips lightly even as she sat there, though she wasn't thinking straight. In her mind, there was grass under her hooves, the reek of manure hanging in the air around them, a tail swinging over her backside, swatting away flies, back and forth, back and forth. Even the notion of that was hypnotic as she let her thoughts go wild, her stomach grumbling, but she didn't pay it any mind.

No… That was not necessary.

Her cutlery use dropped more and more as her thoughts ran wild. She just wanted cows, so many cows. That and to eat, yes, to do everything that she was supposed to do. Their strong bodies, rippling with flesh, udders swinging beneath them. The tug and sway of their tails following the shift of their hips, bodies strong, power emanating from them. Yet it was the sensation of being up and over their backs that clung to her the most, her glutes clenching and tensing as if she was thrusting into them right there and then, the wetness of their meaty bodies folding around her breeding spire.

Her body reacted, even if Lisa was not concentrating on it. Her salad was half gone, though it had been a large one, as requested, and her pussy dampened more and more and more. If she had been in her right mind, Lisa would have realised that she was practically dripping in her own arousal, soaking through her clothes, even marking the chair as she sat there. But it didn't bother her, so she didn't allow her mind to linger there.

“Unff…"

She grunted, letting out a loud, wet fart that puffed out her dress from her backside as the fabric was forced to billow away from the shifting air behind it. Patrons gasped and muttered, heads turning, though it was the reek that had them coughing and gagging.

“Ugh!"

“Is there something wrong with her?"

“Perhaps we should get the waiter…"

Lisa paid them no mind. The fart died down, yet there were more coming still as she continued eating, relishing in the food.

“Thhhhhhwwwwaaaaaarrrrrp!"

More patrons gasped, though there wasn't anything that they could do about something like that. Lisa was beyond human governance, the wet farts rippling and blasting from her backside as she rolled her hips forward so that there was more space for her farts to break free from her backside. There was just so much gas inside her that had to come out, one way or the other, panting a little heavily, her sides heaving as she dragged air into her lungs through nostrils that no longer seemed big enough to get all the oxygen into her lungs that she needed.

Her body ached as she let rip again and again, the patrons around her getting up and leaving. A waiter hovered, seemingly not knowing what to do, though she was nearly to the end of her meal. Maybe they were hoping that she would get up and leave of her own accord, but, honestly, that didn't even cross her mind. She was far too caught up in her thoughts of bulls, their thick hindquarters, how she could so very easily push over them, all to fill them, to take them, over and over again.

The patrons backed away, though some on the outer reaches of the restaurant were still trying to finish their meals. Yet they didn't know that the reek swelling through the restaurant was more than that still, big, wet, soggy lumps of manure filling her underwear, bulging through and squelching out to fill her dress too. There was space for it too, as she sat there, leaning forward over the table, even wriggling her hips a little at the raw delight of it all.

It was good, yes, just to exist the way she was, no more and no less than that. The thick lumps of manure rubbed into her backside and yet she didn't even mind it, not as a different aroma caught her attention.

“Ngh…"

Lisa grunted, inhaling deeply.

“Mmmmm…"

She had to have more of it, briefly looking around her but not seeing anything out of the ordinary there. Just a bit of space, no other people except further away, even though the trumpet-like farts breaking from her body were still filling the air, overwhelming even the light music that had been playing in the background. The sweet, pungent musk that caught her attention was radiating from under the table.

Dragging her foot up onto the chair, bending her leg, she wriggled her painted red toenails within her flip flop, the base peeling away from the underside of her foot and dangling there.

Yes… That was what had caught her attention. She bent down as low as she could while lifting her foot high, taking in a great, noisy whiff of her foot. Oh, the sweet odour! It was everything that she needed, a little musky but with that sweetness drawn through it too, an animalistic scent that she ached to take in more and more of.

“Mmmm…"

Her lust had to be sated and, in her mind, there was no reason why she should not do it. Not as her juices mixed with the manure, flowing back under the crack of her arse, her pussy overwhelmed with sensation, with arousal tangling in the pit of her stomach. Her tongue flicked out, running from the right side of the heel of her sweaty, clammy foot, over the underside, all the way up to the ball of the foot and the wriggling toes. The nail polish did not draw her all that much, a shiny glint in the corner of her eye, slurping over her foot, her saliva mingling with the wetness of her saliva.

“Mmmmmph…"

It was slick and it was messy and yet that was never something that had bothered her, not at all. Someone cried out and she groaned, her low cry turning into a moo.

“Nnnnngggghhhhhhmmmmmmoooooo…"

The odour curled around her, need rising, lust woven through everything. Her tongue slithered between the toes, her flip flop slowly but surely becoming wetter and wetter as she lapped and lapped. It was not so much that she couldn't stop herself but that she didn't see any reason in stopping herself, for it was good, so very good, her body surging with desire as she slurped between the toes, letting the flip flop bounce against the sole of her foot as she lapped.

“Mmmmph…"

She groaned, need overwhelming her. No, she couldn't just sit there anymore! It was too much for her, all too much, groaning deep in the back of her throat, a bellow tearing itself from her lips.

“Mmmmmmoooooooooo-nnnnnggggghhhh," she groaned, more and more like a cow with every passing moment. “Ohhhhhhhh… I'm… Unnfff…a…"

She couldn't get the words out, not as her tongue thickened in her mouth, her teeth feeling chunkier and thicker too, as if her canines were different than they had been. Her body was fatter too, stomach swelling out meatily, her backside rounder, need coursing through, even her spine feeling as if it was stretching.

That was odd… Though not nearly odd enough for her to worry about.

“I'm a…" She grunted, forcing the words out, struggling more and more. “Horny…unff… I'm a horny bull! I…ohhhh! Need a…cow…mmmph… Bring me…a cow…"

“You!"

Her gaze locked on a terrified woman, squeezed back against the wall, half-trapped in the booth where she had been sitting. Staggering, her legs thicker and fatter, her feet shrinking as they transformed, toes melding together, she pointed at her, though her fingers were quickly becoming shorter and stubbier too, more and more so.

“You should…be like me… Turn into a cow for me!"

She bellowed, dropping to her knees, though Lisa would not be down there for long, not as the woman squealed and barrelled her way past others to get out the doors. She could not be blamed for her actions, not as panic ruled her, though no one could have expected, not ever, to bear witness to a woman so openly and crudely transforming into a bull right there in the restaurant, as if it was all the most normal thing in the world to her.

It was not normal, no… It was far, far from normal as Lisa's chest bulged, losing the shape of her breasts, her spine elongating to shove a ropey tail into her dress. Her underwear tore through first, though the dress split over the shoulders a moment later, hefting up and up and up where her growing mass thickened up with new fat and muscle.

The body of a bull, after all, was much larger than the athletic woman that she had been, a hard-working farm girl who just enjoyed being around cows. And, now, she was going to get her wish of being around them, with them and more still too…

Lisa grunted, rocking her hips forward, though her underwear and the front of her dress, across her crotch, seemed to be filling out. Manure squeezed out the back of her dress as she sweated heavily, though all that made her do was suck in needy breath after breath, enjoying the moment, change rippling through her. Even if Lisa didn't fully understand what was happening to her, sexual pleasure pulled at her crotch, a soft fold of flesh rising at just the same point that her balls swelled.

A bull… A bull had to have balls. But there was more too as the fleshy fold, a sheath, plumped out with the spire that she had been longing for already.

After all, a bull did not leave their cock hanging out all the time, no. They would tuck it away into that sheath when they were not using it, but, as it was, her dick swelled mightily and bulged out against the front of her dress. It burst through her clothes, ripping straight through as the spire of meat sprang free. Though it was wet and slick already with more than the faintest spills of pre-cum, sweat marking it as it soaked her clothes, making it even easier for her underwear to rip down where the dampness lowered the structural integrity of the material.

Not that that was in her head as she rubbed the back of her hand, though that felt funny and fat too, against her cock, groaning and mooing. Dimly, she was aware of someone shrieking, yet it did not need to be something that she paid attention to, no. Not as sweat clung between her legs, her musky cock sending her stench across the restaurant. People who had been sitting at tables got up and backed away, staring at her with slack-jawed expressions and bulging eyes.

But she could not do anything about it, nor did Lisa want to. Not as her body darkened too, giving her pale skin more pigment – though it was like a soft, smooth grey. Her dress flapped around her swollen, bulging cock, though it would grow looser and softer over the course of her time transforming. That, after all, was not all that she needed to transform.

Grunting, Lisa rolled her hips back, the thick rope of her tail, even as it grew longer still, lifting. She had to relieve herself, ignoring the trickle of pee that leaked from her member too, steaming lumps of manure slopping down the back of her dress. They squeezed out from her underwear, though they were much looser after her cock had torn through, her skin gleaming with sweat as if she had been painted in it. It even dripped down the back of her legs, staining the floor, though it was hard to tell just what was sweat and what was manure and piss, too many bodily functions coming together all at once for her to make head or tail of them. Yet the stench that she emanated was that of an animal, so familiar to Lisa from the farm that it had her grunting and licking her lips, aching for more.

Her shoulders were thicker, fatter, gaining weight as she grew. Her feet were what drew her attention the most, however, at that moment, how her toes clumped together into hooves, but the flip flops just couldn't contain her feet anymore. She ripped right through the thong as it tried to contain her cloven hooves, flesh melding into hoof seamlessly, trampling the flip flops as she kicked away one and stomped on the other.

Huh. That was odd. Lisa didn't even realise when she had gotten up from being on her knees, though it felt more comfortable to be on all fours. Her dress ripped down the back, her skin darkening as tiny, black hairs prickled to life all over her, growing a coat of it. It was not fur, not technically, but it would be more than enough to cover her for those warmer months of the year.

Lisa moaned, her fingers closing in together, forming hooves just like her feet, the bones in her legs cracking as they rearranged themselves, shifting into as if she was standing on her toes, the hock of a bull forming in the back of her leg. Her tail swung out, layering itself down with black hair, shiny and gleaming as if Lisa was already a very fine specimen, the end of her tail thickening up with itchy hair. It swelled into a light puff, a fly-swatter at its best, ropey and swinging back and forth already with the shift and set of her body.

“Unfff…"

She grunted, her dress pulling taut under her arms as it tried desperately to keep her covered. The straps of her bra strained and strained, but even they could not hold onto her form forever, not as her bulk swelled and ached, lust rolling through. For, even as her transformation progressed, it was not as if her desire slipped away in the process… No, it only grew stronger, all as her bra pinged free, hanging from the left side of her body, the back having given up and come loose from her right arm. Still hooked around her left arm, the meat of her gaining body holding it there, it dangled, tickling her hairy skin.

She was not just thicker and bulkier, gaining weight and muscle like it was going out of fashion… No… Her half-human half-bull body groaned, her neck layering itself with rolls of fat that smoothed out and fit into the shape of her body as it caught up, the bones of her hips and shoulders having re-set themselves so that she was comfortable standing on her hooves, even if her arms had to catch up with the length of her legs. Well, they weren't really her arms anymore but her forelegs, her dress, nothing more than torn shreds hanging from her form. The bright colours no longer suited her, though they did stand out starkly against her black coat of hair, thickening up a little, her head feeling heaving and heavier.

“Nnnnngghhh…"

She groaned and mooed lowly, trying to adjust to the weight of her head. Although her cheeks had filled out some and her nose had pushed forward, flattening out, she had not yet caught up in that regard. Yet it was time for the last vestiges of Lisa's humanity to slip away, in turn to become a true breeding bull. The weight of her horns growing, forming fresh bone where there had been none before, was disconcerting, first tipping her head to the left and then the right. It would have been uncomfortable if her body was not aching with pleasure, trying to stomp and turn, even as she wobbled.

For lust had to be paid due attention to also, the churning bliss of sexual heat frenzied in her core. Her tail swung even as her nose and jaw bulged out into a longer muzzle, teeth growing chunkier, so that her mouth was lined with molars. It was the way of it, yes, the huge horns swelling in a shade of grey, pointed forward and out to the sides too, massive and chunkier and more than big enough to make her look intimidating to other bulls too, let alone people.

Screams resounded around her, her eyes shifting with a squeeze and an itch to the sides of her face, allowing her the world view and perspective of a herbivorous creature. She blinked, her eyelashes more comfortably settling on larger eyes, though Lisa could not see quite how they darkened. Her mind was in there, of course, but all anyone else would see were the eyes of a beast, as if Lisa had never existed at all.

She resisted the urge to rub at her head, around the base of her horns – it was not as if her hooves would have easily reached unless she wanted to try to awkwardly do it with a back hoof – as her ears stretched. Thinning out, they grew longer, losing the human lobes, and tugged up to the sides of her head, a little closer to the top, though they were still a little floppy under their own weight. Able to twitch them back and forth as the tiny muscles there too settled into place, Lisa licked her lips dully, tongue slithering in and out of her mouth.

Oh, there was a lot for her to get used to, winging her head around to check out the guests, only a handful, who had pinned themselves up against the far wall. There were even people filming her, but Lisa didn't see anything wrong with that. She grunted, her body pulling deep up in her loins, for she could not be a bull, of course, without the proper equipment.

The audience would not get to see all that much of the show, however, not as what was left of the slit of her pussy closed up, smoothing over and taking away that female part of her finally. No, it was far, far better to relish in the stability of her body as a bull, a meaty pair of wobbling balls hanging down under her hind end, close to her backside. They jiggled with the sheer volume of cum within them, waiting to be spilt into a needy cow pussy.

Her shaft, however… It slipped right out that time as if it was trying to put itself on full display, half-hard, a long spire of bull meat, proud to be seen. The sheath tugged at the base of it, though she shook her head and grunted in the back of her throat. It filled out, fleshing up, a breeding tool to be admired, and she sated another dirty need of hers as something deeper up inside her back end pulled.

She was there to be admired, her meaty shaft on show, body thickening up even further with fat and muscle, gaining weight in just the way that a bull was supposed to do. Mooing, Lisa licked her lips, shuddering in pleasure as she settled into her new form, not a rib to be seen as her glossy hide gleamed and her sides swung lightly with the shift of her body. Not in a way, of course, that would have stopped her moving, but she couldn't just be a scrawny bull now, could she?

A wet, hissing splatter of piss his the fine carpet of the restaurant, though, with all the manure that had already fallen out of Lisa's dress and underwear as she'd transformed, that really was the least of their worries by that time. There was no going back from where she had been as she let out another throaty grunt, relieving herself in just the way that an animal would. She didn't even notice the gagging noises of disgust that the staff members made, for it was not so easy for them to simply leave their place of employment when their management and higher-ups would still have said that they had a job to do.

Her body relieved itself, her transformation finally complete, though her cock remained out, lightly hardening up to its full power and might.

There should have been cows there, she thought dimly, her head clouded with lust, licking her lips. So many cows… Yet all she could see were people, too many people, a cloud of her own musk and sweat wafting around her, making her puff and snort in simple, bullish pleasure.

She mooed, stomping, tail swinging.

She was going to find those cows, regardless of what was going on there. They would want her, she was sure, as much as she wanted them, and there was no changing her fate, even if she could have read the warning label on the carton of Bull Milk just a little bit more carefully.

As the beefy bull sauntered through the restaurant, shoving tables out of the way, her cock swinging under her belly, Lisa didn't have a care in the world.

In fact, given the choice, she would have had even more Bull Milk still! All to ensure that her transformation into the beefiest bull there ever was became complete, her body aching with the need to spend her seed and relieve her needs.

Dropping another steaming load of rancid manure, lifting her tail, Lisa stared out the doors.

Everything had worked out the way it was supposed to for one lone farm girl with a passion for cows.

But Lisa was yet to choose her mate. If only the woman with long, curly, brown hair hanging down to her mid-back (a wayward style for dinner) had not lingered, hiding out by the staff door, though it had been locked already.

The bull turned to her, Lisa's nostrils twitching as her tail swung.

“Oof…" The woman moaned. “Ooooohhhh…"

Her dining partner, another woman, backed away from her – but it was already too late. The woman in question was already thickening up all over, flesh bulging out and darkening to brown as hairs burst to life all over her body, from head to soon to be hoof. Lisa licked her lips lustfully, the bull's sheath plumping out a little bit more all over again, letting his masculine pride hang low.

It may have been against her will, but the woman turning into a cow would present to her, allowing her mating lust to come to the forefront of her being well and truly.

Lisa had to stare, grunting, approaching the woman slowly as she toppled to all fours, her dress ripping, a tail sprouting out. Her face bulged into a new, bovine shape, though she would lack the horns, and Lisa's attention dropped to her feet and hands.

Her shoes trembled as her feet closed into cloven hooves inside, the toes all melding together, Lisa grunting hungrily. Her nails had been painted but they didn't need to be such anymore, no, not as she dropped her head to lap at those feet, her large, wet tongue slithering between the woman's transforming toes even as they hardened up to become hooves. Even the woman's hands were a lure, offering her even more of a pleasant view of how her fingers moulded together, the nail polish fading as Lisa slathered them with her tongue, adoring the transformation into hooves: gorgeous, firm hooves.

“Oooohhhhh-moooooo!"

The woman, whose name the bull would never know, bellowed as her feet transformed, though one foot was slower to thicken up and burst through her shoe than the other. Her pleasurable moos spurred Lisa on as she nuzzled into her feet, though her legs were already getting longer, fat and fresh muscle layering her body, a thick, fly-swatter of a tail swinging back and forth, back and forth.

The transformed woman, no longer just a woman but a cow too, shook herself off, licking her lips in mild confusion as she shifted her hips back and forth. She lifted her front hoof, as if curious as to what had happened to her, though it was clear that her mind still shone in her eyes, that it was still intact in there. Even if Lisa did not care about that, even if all that she cared about was fucking her, mounting her, breeding her.

The cow turned her back to Lisa, acting on instinct. She didn't know, clearly, what she was doing, only that she raised her tail slightly, preparing to signal her readiness to mate.

“Mooooooooo!"

The cow shook herself off, urinating freely in a hot, wet splatter that steamed into the carpet. Someone nearby made a sound of disgust but that was not something that Lisa could pause to think of, not even as the cow's anal ring pulsed, pushing out great, steaming lumps of manure.

They plopped down, reeking and fresh, the restaurant stinking of manure. Yet Lisa's cock slapped wetly up against her underbelly as she licked her lips, nostrils fluttering as her balls churned with seed. Her cock was already hard, but she wanted to show her readiness too, her body reacting at the same time, her body releasing manure also – and piss at the same time. Urine streamed down, splashing up against her legs, though the cow stomped eagerly, begging the bull to take her, even as they finished their business. The cow inhaled, taking her aroma into her system, again and again, though it was the bull and only the bull that she wanted.

Lisa couldn't help herself. She leapt for the cow, staggering up onto her back legs as she slid her weight over her body, aching for the cow's body.

“Mmmmmooooooo!"

Her cock slipped over the cow's hind end, missing her target, though she was already slopping out pre-cum, slick cream and muck coating the cow's backside. Neither cared. The cow moved her tail eagerly off to the side as Lisa's cock jerked and pushed against her body, until it finally found her entrance. Sinking into the hot, meaty pulse of her pussy, Lisa bellowed and lashed her tail as she mated her cow – her cow! It was her cow and her cow alone! No one would take her cow from her, not when she was so caught up in the moment, fulfilling both her desire and that of the cow…

Together, they would take everything that they needed from one another, Lisa driving into her again and again, need coursing through. Her heavy balls swung with every thrust, needing her desperately, but animalistic instinct did so keenly come together well with two eager bodies.

They grunted and they stomped, all as those remaining in the restaurant looked on in abject horror, a crowd gathering beyond the windows.

Again and again, she thrust, filling her roughly, swiftly, ignoring just how crude the situation was. She needed it, mooed for it, bellowing out her lust as her cock twitched anxiously within the cow's hot sex, folds fleshy around the base of her length. The bull shuddered with raw delight. Lisa couldn't have stopped herself if she'd wanted to, thrusting deeply until her body ached with release.

Long, hot spurts of bull seed filled her, spurt after spurt flowing as deep as it was supposed to go. Lisa didn't care, exulting in the sensation of breeding her cow, of taking her as she needed to, tail swinging back and forth, the pussy of the cow flexing and pulsing around him. The cow was not doing it for Lisa's pleasure, no, but just because that was what her body did in the height of need, taking all that it could from the stud bull in order to bear offspring.

For their minds did not need to be any more complicated than that, not when both cow and bull had everything they needed.

All because Lisa had drank down her Bull Milk too quickly…