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 Author: Julien Sorel (juliensorel61@hotmail.com)
Title: The Reluctant Cow
Summary: To please her boyfriend, Maggie is temporarily transformed to
become cow-like.  But the lab assistant didn't receive clear enough
instructions....
Keywords: FF, MF, nc, humil, transformation, lactation

   Maggie was trying to grasp the situation.  She was chewing something. 
She was definitely in a barn.

   There was a breeze, and it made her aware that she was naked.  She
seemed to be bending over, with her hands on a stand in front of her, and
her feet on the ground.

   She was looking at her arms in disbelief.  They were huge.  They looked
like the arms of a 300-pound woman.  But the skin wasn't saggy: it was firm
and pink, and had a nice shape.  Suddenly she caught a glimpse of her
hanging breasts behind her arms - it was unbelievable!  They were down to
her elbows, and looked like two big pink water balloons, full and bobbling.
And her nipples were longer and thicker.

   She thought, "And this is just a halfway transformation?  Did Peter
accidentally give me a full dose?  What if this doesn't wear off?"

   She tried to calm herself.  Peter had said that a half dose would have
her back to normal by Monday.  Nothing unexpected had happened - she just
hadn't counted on this much of a physical change.  What did the rest of her
look like?

   Whatever she was chewing was kind of sour.  But she couldn't stop
chewing it.  She tried a few times, then gave up.  Her mind seemed to be
changed as well as her body.

   She heard a loud clanking sound as she moved her head, and realized that
there was a cowbell around her neck.  She had had boyfriends with strange
sex fantasies before, but never anything as weird as wanting to change her
into a cow.  And never one with the biogenetic skills to make his fantasy
come true.

   There was a loose tether around her neck, tied to a pole in front of
her. Could she shake it loose?  What good would it do her to be roaming
free in this weird state?

   She tried to call Peter's name, but what came out of her mouth was
"Moo!" Startled, she tried to say, "What the fuck?" but instead said "Moo!"
She didn't sound like a cow: more like a deep-voiced girl saying "Moo." But
she couldn't say anything else.

   There was a bucket of what looked like grass on the stand that her arms
were leaning on.  That must be what she was chewing.  To her great
surprise, she found herself dipping her head into the bucket and taking
another mouthful of the awful-tasting stuff!

   "This is so weird," she thought, starting the chewing process all over
again.

   The barn door opened.  But, instead of Peter, she saw a pretty blonde
girl in pigtails, in her early twenties.  The girl wore a plaid blouse and
cutoff jeans, and was bare-legged and barefoot.  Maggie felt very, very
weird that anyone was seeing her like this.  An involuntary "Moo!" came out
of her mouth, after which the automatic chewing resumed.

   "Hello, you!" said the smiling blonde girl, as if she were talking to a
child.  "I'm Peter's assistant."

   Was she in a lab of some sort?  She had assumed that Peter would be the
only one around this weekend.

   "You are so plumped up and adorable!" said the girl, putting her hand on
Maggie's back and pressing her skin.  Maggie felt the soft compression as
the girl pushed against her.  She wasn't used to feeling soft up there. 
What in the world did she look like?

   "And let's see your...udders," she said, moving to Maggie's fattened
breasts.  "You'd rather I called them udders, wouldn't you?"

   "No!" said Maggie, but it came out "Moo!"

   The girl palpated Maggie's breasts.  It felt very weird: there was some
pain, and maybe some pleasure, as the girl twisted the fleshy globes in her
slender hands.  Suddenly Maggie felt a sharp pull on her nipples.  "MOO!"
she yelled.

   "There's just a little something coming out," said the girl, wiping her
hands on a cloth.  Peter hadn't been sure whether a half-dose would make
Maggie lactate.  Maggie was trying to keep a clear head.  She had just been
milked.

   The assistant looked at a clipboard that was hanging off the post that
Maggie was tethered to.  "Oh my God, you are totally unrecognizable from
these pictures," said the girl.  Maggie panicked.  "Moo!" she pleaded.

   The girl pulled a compact out of her back pocket of her cutoffs and held
the mirror in front of Maggie's face.  Maggie recoiled, pulling her tether
tight.  She looked as if she had put on a hundred pounds!  Her face used to
be slender; now it was round and apple-cheeked.  But she was still pretty,
in a fat kind of way; or would be if she weren't chewing.  The grass was
almost all swallowed, but her mouth kept working.

   Maggie could see her arms and shoulders in the mirror as well.  She was
huge everywhere, but soft and firm, as if someone has stuffed her with
cotton.

   "It looks as if you're ready for the rest of your dose," said the girl,
looking at the chart.  "But it doesn't say whether I'm supposed to give it
to you."

   "MOOO!!!" screamed Maggie.  Peter had told her that the effects of a
full dose might not be reversible.

   "I'll let you decide," said the girl, pouring the contents of a vial
over a handful of grass on a plate.  "If you don't want it, we'll wait for
Peter."

   The girl held the plate of grass under Maggie's nose.  Mooing
desperately, Maggie felt her head lower automatically into the plate.

   "There, there, girl," said the pretty assistant, stroking Maggie's hair.
Tears streaming down her face, Maggie helplessly chewed the medicated
grass.

   In only a few seconds, Maggie's continuous mooing took on a new quality,
going further back into her lungs, and deepening.  She shook her head as
she chewed, making a racket with her cowbell.

   "As many times as I see this, I can never believe it," said the girl. 
When the grass was gone, the girl held a bucket of water under Maggie's
tear-stained face.  Maggie couldn't stop herself from lowering her mouth
into the bucket and starting to drink.  She noticed that her breasts were
hurting.

   As she watered Maggie, the girl reached around and ran her hand over
Maggie's ass.  Maggie almost choked on the water: it felt as if the girl's
hand traveled three feet from one end of her ass to the other.

   The girl took the bucket away.  Maggie was mooing, rather authentically.
She could see that her arms were bigger than before.  Her breasts were
definitely bigger than before.  Her nipples were hanging low enough that
she could see them over the bulge of her breasts.

   "Okay, you're going to need a milking right away," said the girl.  She
unhooked Maggie from the post and pulled her gently off the stand so that
Maggie's hands and feet were on the barn floor.  Led on her tether, Maggie
found that she could move slowly forward on all fours, despite the
massiveness of her limbs.  Her hanging breasts smacked her arms, making her
moo in pain.

   In the milking room, the assistant hooked Maggie up to a milking machine
and turned it on.  At the first jolt of the suction cups, Maggie gave a new
and weird kind of moo.  The blonde girl smiled at the expression on
Maggie's plump face.

   "Wow, look at that flow," said the girl.  "You're doing great.  Peter is
going to be amazed when he gets back." The girl patted Maggie on the head
and left tethered and suctioned, her strange little moos coming faster and
faster.