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(MtF Cowtaur, pseudo-preg)

Brandon was already a bit annoying, having to spend his free time on a ranch- but the fact his boss was the same age as him and a woman was irritating too. It was his own fault, of course. Caught vandalizing the back of an office building downtown. To be fair, the building just looks like a giant cinder block so graffiti actually makes it look better- but the owners of the building didn't seem to think so. It didn't warrant jail time, so the judge instead locked Brandon behind community service.

Since Amalie is still young for a rancher and already come into ownership of this small dairy farm- she could definitely use a hand, and so her name was tossed into the hat when deciding where to sentence Brandon. On his first two days she just gave him general chores to do- shoveling slop and delivering feed. She wanted to make sure he wasn't a dangerous criminal before teaching him how to milk the ladies. Because until now it had been a one-woman operation there was only ten cows on the ranch currently, and one very happy bull to tend to all of 'em.

On the third day when she was teaching Brandon to milk cows his face was red the whole time- looked a bit dazed and his whole body sort of tense. Amalie couldn't stop sighing in frustration of how flustered Brandon seemed to be. Probably doesn't see much action, gets flustered at the first hint of tits. Why did they have to send her someone so green? Well, Brandon had no complains; hands full of soft, rubbery, neon pink flesh half the day. Petting the udders downward to relax them and help the milk flow before tugging the fat teat down to erupt milk, then repeating that four times per cow, since their udders come in sets of four.

It was the end of his third day though that he got up to finish a bit too fast. The stool is low to the ground so his legs were not getting good circulation sitting there for any length of time. When he got up his legs were partially asleep, his foot got tangled around the leg of the stool and tripped himself across the barn, slamming into one of the giant full jugs of milk! The huge jug spilled all the milk across the floor! Amalie walked back into the barn to check on him only to see him flopping like a fish, struggling to pull himself off the ground as milk blasted into his face while he was struggling to breathe.

"Do you... have any idea... how much money you just wasted?"

"W-well it was an accident! I, uh, it was just one jug though. L-look, I will help clean it up a-"

"HELP clean it up? You will clean it ALL up! That is destruction of property, I should report you to the judge you damn clod! This is a small dairy, we can't make that much milk aaaaargh!"

"N-n-no! Don't tell the judge! Look, I am sorry, it was an accident!"

"Mrrrrrgh! Sorry's don't give me milk back! The point of you working here was to help make a bit of money for me to make up for what you did elsewhere! You just lost all the money you would have helped me make!" She looked absentminded a moment, remembering some of her grandma's old magic trinkets. "Actually, you know what? Fine. I won't tell the judge- if you agree to do whatever I say for your remaining sentence here. And I mean anything."

"Sh-sure. Yea."

Well, that was ominous. But he also really did not want to extend his sentence. To his surprise the first thing she asked of him was to stay there the night! She had been using the spare bedroom as storage so Amalie needed to clear a path through walls of old boxes for him to even reach the bed. What sort of things does she have in mind to punish him?? Why would he need to stay at her place? Was she... going to make him do sexual favors??

It took Brandon some time to finally get to sleep that night. And not because of the musty smell of all the boxes surrounding him. Being around and being taught how to handle cow tits by a woman his own age, then getting invited to sleep in her house. He had no idea what was coming but at least it would escape the notice of the judge, and thus also not show up on his records.

He snapped back more awake as he started to tilt off the side of the stool, almost falling over. What was..? Oh, milking the cows? Wait, wasn't he just...? Dreaming?

He stood up and tripped on the stool again! Same as last time, except this time he just stumbled toward the already knocked over jug before catching his balance again. The jug then stood itself up off the floor, and slowly started to fill with milk seemingly from nowhere. Brandon then seen the lone bull- out of his pen standing in the barn, looking at Brandon. He had not been taught how to deal with Minos. He just walked over to the bull slowly so he didn't agitate him. The bull booped him with his cool nose and then when Brandon tilted his own head back in surprise, Minos licked his neck and collar, making Brandon chuckle from the feeling. Skin tastes salty- bovine like a good salt lick.

Wherever the huge soft tongue touched though, his skin tightened, becoming unusually smooth and firm. The bull lowered his head, licking clumsily at Brandon's shirt, but as soon as the moisture of his tongue got through the fabric- his chest tingled, causing him to step back in confusion. Tightness in to his nipples, then his nipples themselves! Then a sudden heat and pressure as fat starts to form behind his nipples, over his pectoral muscles. What the-?

In mere moments, his areola darkened, became bumpy and widened, giving them a faded edge as they are stretched across forming breasts! They grow at such an absurd speed, Brandon can barely keep up! By the time he realized what he was looking at through his collar they were already so large they were shoving his shirt aside to flop out the bottom and then billow up to shove his shirt up around his collar! Bigger than his head each, then each as big as the very torso they grow from! He was forced to bend forward from the weight, then collapsed onto his hands and knees! Ack! They are like anchors! What kinda fucked up dream is he having?!

Before he can even attempt to get back up; Minos steps over his hips and shoves his cool textured nose up Brandon's back, flipping his shirt up his back as well, licking clumsily at the skin of his lower back now! A nub forms, then grows into a chubby cone, pushing the back of his pants down slightly. Then a little proto-tail! A pressure in his bones for only a moment before a loud pop abruptly signals the shift as his hips almost triple in width!! Femur getting larger, broader and angular, hips becoming even taller than they already are wide, giving his pelvis an odd V shape... the sharp, angular hips of a cow.

His hips stretching his butt into a boxy bovine shape forced his pants down, and the moment his anus was exposed, Minor darted forward! His front legs now in front of Brandon who is still anchored to the floor by his own fattening boobs! Minor thrust his erection in quickly- not used to any warm-ups being required. Brandon's heart fluttered in fear thinking he was about to be annihilated from the inside out but the hot rod was already lubed with pre, and a bull's penis is tapered, so it was able to slide in without destroying his hole in the process. It is however still quite large, so the urethral bulge along the underside ground up against his prostate and made his whole body ring with unexpected pleasure. Brandon let out a confused 'moo' in surprise without meaning to!

He sat up abruptly in bed, waking up immediately thanks to the pleasure! It was not restricted to his odd dream alone- he still felt the pleasure of the bull entering him after having woken up! His head slammed back into the pillow and he moaned, lifting his hips now instead. His erection wormed its own way out over his pants, flicking in the air aggressively- several glistening lines of pre already traced paths down his shaft! The glans so aggressively engorged they have turned purple. At the last moment he remembered he isn't in his own bed! Afraid of further punishment from Amalie, he quickly turns just as his dick erupts onto the floor instead of the bed. A much easier mess to clean off a wooden floor than sheets that will absorb it.

Brandon was still in shock from the abrupt transition from dream back to reality and confused as to where all the pleasure came from. He was practically gasping for breath as he looks wide-eyed at the size of his load! Thick ropes of cum that actually make his urethra feel like it is being stretched by the size of the blasts, and they come in an unusual number, dragging it longer than normal too. He created a small puddle beside the bed!

Still tired from having his sleep interrupted, he scrambled around only half-awake to clean the mess up and destroy the evidence so Amalie won't know. Of course his clumsy and frantic movements in the night woke her up... but she only smiled and returned to sleep- already knowing what was must have happened.

The next morning he looks confused at his own reflection- a bit tired since he had been woken up in the middle of his rest the night before. Something looked... off. But he could not quite tell what, so he had to just shrug it off for now. Amalie wanted him to get to work early. He did not realize his skin is now softer and firmer. His facial features ever-so-slightly altered to be softer. His nipples a bit larger and perky. He also did not notice that after his giant load last night- his penis regressed in size.

Instead of cleaning- Amalie had him get to milking right away, watching him with a bemused smirk from a few feet away. He once again blushed at the sight of the huge mammaries he would be handling all day. Finger-thick veins dragging the pink coloration further up the cow's underside. Brandon's brow kept twitching though, unintentionally remembering his dream and the bull. Ack! Why was he thinking of a thing like that! Think of these beautiful udders. But thinking of the cows also made him think of the bull, and with the oddly erotic dream so fresh in his mind still, his dick was unintentionally twitching for the 'wrong' reasons. He wasn't into men, so why would he be into a BULL??

"Beautiful, aren't they??"

Brandon practically hopped on the stool in surprise, having failed to notice Amalie walk up unusually close behind him to speak into his ear.

"Wah-wuh?"

"The udders." She reached forward and pet the side of the one he was milking. "So fat and big! And so productive. Unlike you. Don't you wish you could be productive, like the cows?"

"Uh-mm, I, I guess. Yea..?"

She leaned even further forward, putting her hand on the bulge in his crotch, surprising him! He went to move back in shock, but she was leaned so far forward to do that, that her boobs squashed into the back of his head, cradling it and preventing him from leaning any further back!

"Oh my- it looks like you could use a milking too! Hehehe~"

"Ah! That- no, it is just- the stool! The stool puts pressure on my taint so... yea."

"Oooh? Well, I can help you with that."

"No, I- wait, what? You want to..?"

"Milk the bull?"

She leaned to the side, practically pulling him off the stool with her boobs around his head. His lower legs up on the seat of the stool now with his back on the floor, stunned and confused. He cannot stand up like that though, without spreading his legs to get them off the stool- and as soon as he did she grabbed the crotch of his pants and pulled them down! His erection sprung up into the open and immediately a shimmering globule of pre appeared on the head like a little hat for his cock. His dick twitches, and the orb of pre wobbles around. No pre-existing wetness on the outside of his dick so the globule doesn't know which path to take yet.

Foreskin slightly overlapping the edge of his glans even though he is fully erect? That shouldn't be. But he is too preoccupied trying to figure out what is going on. Wasn't she angry with him? Now she is coming onto him? She crawls forward on her hands and knees, her breasts wobbling violently under her shirt in his position without her chest to rest against. She lowers herself to his crotch and kisses the head, then licks her lips to taste the salty pre before slowly going back down and sucking the glans into her mouth- smiling a bit around his dick as the stiff, rubbery corona flicks back into shape on the inside of her mouth.

His whole body felt mildly pleasurable! A very faint tingling, tightness. His skin getting softer still. The masculine angles of his skull structure starting to shift up- taking a more feminine structure. His lips become a more vibrant red and swell a bit fatter. His nipples enlarge and tingle with concentrated blood pressure, becoming almost itchy- demanding to be touched! Shallow bubbles of fat form, giving him nearly unnoticeable A cups. His midriff seems to sink in further as his last two ribs regress in size a bit- no longer linking to the sternum like the others.

Brandon's hair was barely long enough to cover his ears but is long enough to touch his chin by the time he cums again- explosively like the night before! Amalie did not remove her mouth, so he could not see his penis regressing in size yet again in exchange for the unnaturally tremendous load. Even his balls get a bit smaller this time- no longer quite the size of chicken eggs.

Amalie swallowed in a big gulp, wiping her lips and standing up as if nothing unusual had happened. "There, all better! Now, make sure to milk these girls just as lovingly, okay?"

"Uh... y-yea, uh, yea s-sure, okay." Brandon was still very dazed and confused as Amalie left him alone for a while to work.

So... is she... not mad at him? Was making him stay with her for the duration just an attempt to come onto him?? He really is not getting her angle- and is frankly afraid to push his luck and prod her about it because she can out his little mistake to the judge and have his sentence extended if he annoys her. His nipples remain stubbornly erect, so his chest is the most notable change for him. He immediately remembered his dream where he grew boobs, but instead of worrying about growing boobs NOW, it causes his thoughts to wander back to the bull. He came last night and got a blowjob today, why the hell does he still feel horny?

His thoughts kept wandering between the cows and the bull- neither of which he should be thinking of in a sexual capacity in the first place. That damn dream really messed with his head. He had a stubborn erection as he went to leave the barn after milking all the cows. It had not been as noticeable as usual because it isn't as big as it is supposed to be. Not wanting to embarrass himself by letting Amalie see his bulge again, he darted to the bathroom to take care of it himself.

He gawked at it for a minute before actually starting to stroke it. Why does it seem smaller? It also feels more sensitive though- and touching himself works him up faster than normal, and his horniness provides the murk to drown his worries in. He moans sharply, thrusting his hips forward on reflex but then surprised himself with how unintentionally girly his moan sounded! His hair now tickling his shoulders!! His lips fatter, figure still more feminine! Hips feel pressure, bone slowly widening, butt getting bigger and rounder, causing him to rise on the seat, wobbling a bit on the extra cushion of fat.

A cups fatten to B cups, nipples unusually large cylinders now! Areola gets bumpy and two odd dots appear on his lower chest! His balls give a mighty clench and actually shrink in size as his urethra is stretched wide open by a giant blast of cum so thick you'd mistake it for glue. Blast after blast of cum though- his penis loses a tiny bit of size each time, regressing a full inch by the time it stops! Now a full erection is the same size as his half-chub used to be! The regression made even more apparent by the fact his stomach is also looking a bit rounder now, hiding his dick even faster once it softens. What the heck is happening to him?!

As the afterglow of the orgasm fades his thoughts re-sharpen and the worry sets in, as he realizes at this point that he is looking down at a small pair of breasts on HIS chest! He felt a tickle on his chin as he gets up off the toilet to leave the bathroom, then glances in the mirror and idly brushes a stray loose hair off his check, gawking at his face in confusion. He is so feminine looking at this point he barely even recognizes his own face! He also created many more loose hairs when he attempted to brush the first away. As he sweeps his hand over it, all the hairs of his short bristly beard simply wipe away! The roots of the hairs had dissolved; re-absorbed by his skin, so there was nothing actually holding the hairs to his face, any movement at all just brushes them away. All his facial hair fell out!

He scrambled back out of the house and around the barn to find Amalie! She must have drugged his food or injected him with something in his sleep or something!

"W-wh-what did?" He cleared his throat. "What... what did you..." He furrowed his brows, blushing. He kept trying to adjust his voice but it was no use- he sounds like a woman now.

"Did I do to you? Just a spell so you can help make up for all the milk you spilled. I only have so many cows after all, and they are already giving their all so it's not like you can simply put in more work and magically produce more milk yourself. Without a little magical help that is."

"You are turning me into a woman to m...milk?"

Amalie shrugged, putting her hands on her hips and taking a step closer to him. "'less you would rather I tell the judge to extend your visit?"

"NO! B-but... but there...must..."

Amalie got even closer, practically brushing their chests together, cupping a hand over his crotch again with a smile. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"No- well, n-nghh, not like...ah..."

He stepped back trying to escape her touch but she followed. His half-hearted afford only made him stumble back against the barn wall and Amalie followed, tugging his pants down again to expose his now small erection!

Brandon groaned as his guts felt so... tight. Heavy. Why was she also making him fatter?? That seemed completely unnecessary. His hair tickled his shoulders as it gets even longer still. His ears seem to defy the flow of hair, growing longer and pointier to project out between the curtain of hair. The base pulling out as new muscles form to control their movement, the body of the ear taking on an increasingly large leaf-shape! What looked like a bruise for a moment started to darken even further into a black splotch on the left side of his face- completely covering his left eye, forehead, and half his cheek. His blonde hair started to bleach itself- turning to stark white.

Amalie crouched down in front of the breathless Brandon, pinned to the wall, and started to masturbate his eager erection. Her pinky finger remained sticking out though- she only needed the ends of four digits to properly operate this dick. It is too small for her to simply grip with her whole hand without smothering it.

So sensitive! And his whole body is tingling with change at this point, so he was breathless. Any attempts to protest just came out as moans, and his lack of breath caused his moans to emerge more like high-pitched whimpers. His sharp, desperate breaths cause his nostrils to dilate, expanding a bit larger. Then the end of his nose starts to enlarge, bringing it further forward and closer to his upper lip! As the bottom of his nose swells to angle it forward instead of down- the coloration of the skin starts to blush more vibrantly. The flesh becomes textured, and inherits the same diffused red of his lips themselves, then becomes moist, which helps cool it in the open air. He now has a cow-like face, without actually having a muzzle.

His belly tightens and swells even more as he erupts in orgasm again! In spite of his genitals shrinking, his orgasm is still abnormally massive, blasting a huge amount of cum, but this time Amalie just smiles and leans to the side so it misses her and lands on the floor instead. She keeps milking the shaft as it throbs and shrinks in her hand. Each clench of orgasm causes it to compact in size. Now she only holds it with two fingers and a thumb. His balls only the size of ping-pong balls in a taut scrotum- the pubic hair has fallen out there, too. A patch remains above his shaft, though has turned pure white like the rest of his hair is doing.

Amalie keeps rubbing his cock- it hasn't gone soft! His pleasure is just slowly building again, like his refractory period means nothing. There isn't the usual strain in his crotch or mental exhaustion from the orgasm there usually would be. She reaches up under his shirt to pat the top of his growing belly with her right hand while using her left on his dick.

"See? Feels good to let it out. Good to be... milked."

He tries to look at her but all he can see are his C cup breasts swelling toward Ds now! His areola get more faded at the edges the larger they are stretched. His nipples now freakishly large, the flat fronts now rounded... starting to resemble teats instead.

"Wuh-what a-aouuu-!" He clenched his lips closed, surprised at himself almost lowing like a cow without meaning to!

He felt his ears flick when he lowed! He clapped his now dainty, womanly hands over his leaf-shaped ears and realized his ears are as big as his palms now! And mobile! His bovine nostrils still dilated wide with gusts of air trying to keep up with his hammering heart- which is in turn surrounded with the sweltering heat of rapid cellular expansion and the pressure that is causing his growing breasts to be abnormally firm for their size.

He saw the exposed curve of his belly because Amalie lifted his shirt partially with her right hand to rub it. Wait, why is it so round? If it was fat- it would be folding over itself in the middle by now, it's not. It is perfectly taut and smooth. He cannot even see his diminishing genitals over its curvature.

"Why... why is it so-oouu... big?"

Amalie just gave him a sympathetic look and a smile. "Really? Don't know how this whole lactation thing works still? See, the cows get knocked up, and start expressing milk. But they produce more than the calf actually needs- and if you keep milking them, they will continue to produce for a long time after the calf no longer needs any at all."

"Ye-yah but, my bell...belly..." His eyes widen with realization and Amalie's smile just widens as she speeds up pistoning his persistent erection.

PREGNANT?! In order to make him lactate, her spell made him pregnant?! That isn't fat- it's a full womb!! He doesn't even have the correct genitals, the womb is currently not attached to anything, it's just free-floating inside of him slowly smothering the surrounding organs to make room. Which means it is also putting pressure on his prostate, from the inside. What is he even pregnant WITH? A human? Or... he moaned, remembering being mounted by Minos in his dream. Is he pregnant with... a calf?

Belly heavier, breasts bigger. Nipples darken, areola bumpy. Starting to produce milk inside! The pleasure from his crotch is ever-increasing! His dick gets more sensitive the smaller it becomes, and his womb is now shoving into his swollen prostate from the inside, causing him to occasionally jet a glob of pre so large it looks like he already had an orgasm.

Then the actual orgasm hits and he explodes actual cum- still as much as ever! Just one finger and her thumb- in spite of it being at full erection his penis is now much too small for its own foreskin, causing the skin to be very squishy and malleable even while erect. He cannot see past his belly and breasts to know- but the urethral opening is also misplaced. It is now where the frenulum is supposed to be, on the shaft instead of the head... it is starting to devolve into a clit. Balls no bigger than marbles, the scrotum taut. But it still feels good, the erection won't stop!

Between the tremors of pleasure in his legs from Amalie touching him and the increasingly huge weight in his belly- Brandon is leaning against the wall heavily and is still struggling to remain standing.

"HA-OUUu-uuu!"

He gasps sharply and lows a bit as his hips let out a rather loud, hollow pop and his pelvis expands greatly! Hips bigger, rounder. Butt larger! Feet... cramping- bad, fast! He stretches his feet, standing up on his tip-toes while leaning against the wall and suddenly his ankles pop out of his shoes on their own! Dull clicks and snaps; his feet are getting longer! The bones enlarging inside to the point where they are forced to merge in the diminishing space they have. His nails turn black as they thicken into dense plates, then shove the skin away at their sides to overtake the ends of his toes. Expanding into blocks, then rounded pyramid shapes. His largest toe regresses to the smallest, and then nothing at all!!

His forming hoof segments shove into the toes of the shoes on the inside like a sharp wedge and cause the fronts to burst open, ripping the body of the shoe away from the rubber soles. The sharp edge of the new-forged hooves sliced clean through the ends of his socks like they were butter. Now his feet are expanding out of the top and bottom at the same time! He has to angle his legs further out from the wall to remain standing while his limbs get larger! The many bones of his feet simplifying as they turn into the cannon bone of an ungulate. As his feet get longer and more malformed, the outer two toes are drawn back and pulled closer together as if pursing his digits, but they are locked in that position- becoming dew claws. The other two enlarge even further into a broad pair of cloven hooves!

His shins shorten a bit as the cannon bone forms making all three segments of his leg of equal length. It is more than that, though. Not just the structure but all of the individual bones themselves are enlarging, making the limbs seem too big for the rest of his body. Filling his pant legs. The same is happening in his hips- already large since their popping into their new shape, but the bones are still getting bigger, making him extremely bottom heavy. Since his pants were already down- the top dug into his increasingly meaty thighs and tore the body of his pants in half, before his actual legs got too big and then started to tear both of the pant legs in half, individually from top to bottom. More flesh billowing out, wobbling into the open air as the cloth gives out- uncontainable. The bottom ribs have continued to regress as well- now no more than rounded nubs, devolving out of existence to give the womb room to grow.

It was not till Amalie playfully grabbed a nipple that Brandon gasped and started to panic anew- seeing she did not grab either of the nipples he could see!! The two dots that formed on his lower chest before! He cannot see in the shadow of his existing two, that two more breasts have grown! He has FOUR D cups! The shirt barely covers the bottom pair- the fabric snagging on the erect teat-like nipples is the only reason it hasn't popped up over the bottom pair. The top pair have pressurized the remaining fabric. He is pretty sure if he lifted his arms over his head- the seams on the side of his shirt would just explode. They look like D cups- but if you actually released them from the pressurized cloth; they are probably closer to Gs.

At this point wet spots are forming on the front of the shirt- and since the shirt is white; you can now see the dark brown of the areola through the cloth. His belly already looks full term pregnant! His belly button actually makes a dull *thunk* sound as it abruptly inverts, vibrating the flesh around it for a second. But it is still growing. He looks full term -with a human baby-. It probably isn't a human baby.

He tries to clench the muscles of his groin to resist the pleasure. He wants the pleasure- but at the same time is pretty sure it is linked to his transformation and does not want to give in. So while his attempts to actually get away and escape the pleasure are pathetically half-assed at best, he is at least attempting to fight off the impending orgasm. But the pleasure causes the muscles to lose strength and shudder with increased magnitude. Once it gets too high he is going to lose control of those muscles and not be able to resist anything.

He reaches down to grab his breasts- the pressure is too much. The nipples feel itchy with pressure, they NEED to be touched!! He meant to grab the two breasts he can actually see, but his hands got to the bottom pair first and just clutched those instead. As soon as his fingers dug into the flesh the fabric flicked up over the nipples- and now clung only to the top pair alone. Compressing the boob causes about five thin streams of milk to erupt at slightly different angles! He didn't even touch the teat itself. The top two also release enough milk automatically to trickle out of the fabric at the bottom of the shirt! Without even touching the top two- the pleasure caused them to loosely mirror one another.

He wanted to protest, but couldn't even catch his breath! He can barely even stand at this point! Can it even be stopped? He is already so unlike himself- it seems any opportunity he had to cancel out of this probably passed a while ago.

"Uh, huh, huuuhm- ... muh... uhm-mmM!" He tried to pinch his mouth shut to stop himself from lowing, but he is breathing too heavily- his heart hammering too hard. Needs more oxygen than just his nose can take in on its own. "MUH, huh, huuhhmmmMMMMOOO! Moouuu!" He whimpered pathetically. "Stuh- sto-op th-uhm-m-muh! Stuh m-moo. MUH!"

His belly heaved hard and you could audibly hear the flesh stretching, trying desperately to keep up with the contents- sounding like someone twisting the sleeve of a leather jacket. His belly was now holding up his bottom tits, which in turn shoved his top tits practically into his own face! His chin was touching his own cleavage- looking wide-eyed through his own cleavage to see as much of his body as he still could!

Pressure on his prostate- womb too big, squeezing everything! Can't fight the pleasure anymore! He lowed loudly- his voice remained feminine but lowered in pitch so far it is actually lower than his male voice was. He erupted cum onto the floor once more- his legs shuddered so hard that he could not hold his giant belly up. Amalie had to place a hand on the lower curve of his belly and push him up to keep him from collapsing onto the floor. Her other hand let go of the shrinking dick, now just rubbing the loose skin on the top as it no longer projects far enough to hold. The foreskin now a clitoral hood, the glans penis now a glans clitoris. The muscle ribs that formerly held the shaft in shape invert- holding a pathway into her, constructing a vaginal passage instead of a shaft. What had been his testicles are now her ovaries, drawn up into her to the top of the gargantuan womb, while the scrotum split to become the labia.

Even after the supply of cum ran out- the pussy sputtered lube and continued to clench and shudder for some time. Brandon moved her hands off her breasts to rub the over-tight belly, pausing in confusion a moment because her hands were purple! They continued to darken to true black though- cow splotches that cover both arms up to the elbows. Her lower right boob and the areola and teat are black as well- but she can't actually see it because the top right breast eclipses it.

There is a giant diamond-shaped splotch forming on her back as well. Bubbles of bone under the skin on her forehead mark future horns. Now the whispered moans under her heavy breathing all sound like soft, breathless 'muh' and 'moo's.

Her back started to slide down the wall, her knees buckling under the weight. Amalie started to slide back as well; even with her help, the weight is too much.

Brandon looks full term pregnant with triplets at this point and is showing no sign of stopping! Her hips and legs look freakishly giant compared to the rest of her, but even compared to them her belly is gargantuan. The fact it isn't riddled with stretch marks a clear indication it must be magically induced. Her womb is so giant at this point even if her heart wasn't hammering so hard she would be struggling to get her breath- because her lungs are being compressed from the bottom! How in the fuck is this even going to fit?!! It has to come OUT at some point, right? It is bigger than even his giant mutant hips!

Further down the wall, sooo heavy. She is rubbing her belly, with a dazed look on her face. Her cute red-pink nostrils fluctuating with her heavy breaths, her whispered moos. Butt touches the ground- legs bent in front of her and scrape marks across the floor from where her hooves were dragged out from under her by her own bludgeoning weight. Faint prickly feeling on her legs... limbs going to sleep? Wait no- fur! White fur on the tops- black from the knees down. The hair over her crotch slowly spreading to consume her hips. Her pussy is dilated massively- it cannot close, the contents are too big! It is drooling an obscene amount of lube in a desperate attempt to brace itself for what is to come.

The stretching sound- stuttered but louder, more taxed. Her belly blushes an aggressive shade of red- the giant taut sphere as big as the entire rest of her and still trying to get bigger! She is starting to wonder if she is actually pregnant with a calf or just a whole fucking adult cow. The muscles in her legs pull abruptly, forcing her hooves to bend at an angle they can't actually go in. This causes the bone to be forced apart for a moment- the connective cartilage pops loudly as it lets go, then shifts and pops back into place... BACKWARDS. What the actual fuck? Inverted ankles?! Then her legs are forced straight abruptly and she cries out in distress as the same happens to her knees! The knee caps prevent it from possibly bending like that- but the muscles force it. The kneecaps dislocate to the sides of her legs a moment; once the joint pops the wrong way- the knee cap rolls to the other side from a lack of room.

B-backwards knees? Knees bend forward, ankles bend backwards- that is universally true regardless of species. Both human and cows both have knees that bend forward, so why the hell would hers bend backwards now??

Her belly is so tight she feels like a balloon that is about to burst!! She can't even think about how fucked and dysfunctional her legs now are because she is about to explode! And then, she did. Like someone just dropped a medicine-ball sized water balloon on the ground, her pussy exploded as the water broke! It pressed into the inner sides of the pelvis and tried to shove outward. Yup- don't fit. Not even close.

But it tried anyway. Her hips start to deform- the bone taking a shape that is neither human nor bovine! It was forming an increasingly massive ring of bone- a bovine pelvis is shaped like a narrow V, so that is definitely not what this is. The knob of bone at the top of her femur where it sockets to the pelvis developed longer and longer plates of bone, forming rounded triangular plates?? What on earth is Amalie DOING to her?!

Every tiny movement the object inside made toward the exit was an explosion of pleasure and pain in equal measures that immediately blanked all through from Brandon's mind and caused her entire body to shudder violently. The more it pushed, the more the hips deformed and the further it is able to slide out. Then suddenly hooves flicked out of her! Her mouth hung open a moment in a silent scream from the pain as her face turned red, but then the magic fast-faded the sensation back to pleasure.

Legs slid out- already covered with the same two-tone fur Brandon's own legs are, though the fur is matted with the translucent pink liquid of the womb, blood-tinged water. A tasseled tail- something Brandon herself still utter lacks. Then the sharp angular points of a boxy bovine rump! Hips bigger than her own hips SHOULD be, passed through her now insanely proportioned hips. Her stomach contracted, more fluid erupted and the rest of the bovine slid out much easier now that the angular hips passed through. It almost felt like part of her own skeleton was being dragged out of her, stretched to keep up with this creature.

Unbelievably- the beast was still growing, even as it is being birthed the body is enlarging. Neon pink skin between its legs bulge out with four fat bubble-like teats already developed on it. Brandon shoved a hoof into the floor and knocked himself onto her side to try and make this easier- and when she moved her leg she finally realized what was happening.

The 'backwards' knee cap fused with the rest of the bone to become just one large segment. That isn't a knee... it's an elbow. These are not the hind legs of a cow, they are the FORELEGS of a cow! As the beast slides out of the womb it becomes increasingly apparent that it has no head! It has no shoulders. The bone plates Brandon grew off her 'legs' are its shoulder blades. She did not give birth to another creature- she gave birth to her own lower half!!!

The giant ring her old pelvis became acts like a halfway point between a pelvis and a collar bone- to support the entire upper half of a human torso where a neck and head is supposed to be. From there down- Brandon has the entire body of a functioning adult cow. Massive milky udder included. It continues to swell fatter and heavier with milk, resting on her back right leg for now, since she is on her side. She is a cowtaur!!

On the human half she is peach skin with black splotches- a diamond in the middle of her back, a splotch over the right side of her upper face, and her lower right breast. On the bottom half she is white and black fur- black from the elbows down on the forelegs and then the entire back half is pure black starting just before the hips- though the tassel on her tail is stark white. Her udder is pink with tiny grey-pink splotches. Her horns never did grow large enough to actually break the skin- the skin is pale over them from being stretched, but the rounded cones are still covered.

Snapped out of her daze of confused revelation; Brandon's breasts erupt several thin streams of milk each, causing her to moo in distress. She is so full she is automatically expressing without even touching herself! She arches her back and that is the last straw for her shirt- the seams below her arms give out and her tits basically tear the entire shirt in half through the sides. The huge tits erupt forward and then wobble to a heavy stop, flopped to the side from their weight and her position. Her four boobs wobble back and forth, dragged over one another by her heavy breathing as she finally, slowly, calms down.

Amalie slapped her body rump to get her attention. "Welp- let's get milking you! You are already starting to spill even MORE milk on the floor!"

"Houu-" She closed her mouth a moment and froze from the sound she didn't mean to make. "Hou-ww, howww long do I need toOOU b-be like this?"

"Hmm, lessee. You spilled the giant jug, so least that. Then interest and labor. Then the time you took transforming and not working. Then you gotta be here for the duration of your sentence anyways so you mightaswell just trot around like that till your time is up."

"O-oouu...kay." Brandan just blushed, trying several times to cross his arms to partially cover his chest but could find no way to do it without squeezing or lifting her boobs into her own face.

She trot over to an empty stall between two other Holstein while Amalie plopped into the stool beside her and started milking with an amused grin on her face. Brandon just sighed after a shiver of pleasure from being milked. The powerful jet of milk tickles the itch of internal pressure- it touches part of her that cannot be touched any other way. And she has four mammaries below AND above to empty. Eh, it's a living.