Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: wandrer Title: Spilled Milk Universe: Spells 'R Us (spellsrus.mag) Keywords: mc, humil, be, mast, lact, mf, ff, furry, best Summary: A girl receives a strange package from the new spellsrus online store, and finds herself transforming into a bovine form. Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually explicit material that some may find offensive. It is meant for persons over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children. All characters contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. The author reserves all rights to this work. It may be freely distributed, posted and archived electronically only in its entirety including all header material. It may not be sold in whole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document, printed material, voice recording or any other manner without proper copyright clearances being obtained from the author. "Packages - Spilled Milk" Laura woke with a small start. She had been having a very strange dream...and from the ache between her legs and from the nipples topping her tiny breasts, apparently quite an arousing one, too. Thought she tried to remember what it was, the threads of it slipped from her mental grasp as quickly as she tried to snatch them. Though, as she lay there panting, the strange arousal lingered. After a few moments, she licked her dry lips and slid off of the bed. The other half of her bed was sadly empty - her husband was away for the night on a business trip - and she quietly moved to the door of their room. Her naked body was highlighted by the yellow glow from street lamps outside - a slim, pretty, petite woman, with light brown hair. She felt herself blush as a small breeze played across her node body, and she suddenly realized that she was quite wet between her legs. Bending down, she grabbed her husband's white shirt from bench at the foot of their bed and pulled it over her shoulders - more for warmth than modesty. The shirt, though not overly large, hung down to the small woman's knees as she quietly opened their bedroom door and stepped into the living room. A few steps more brought her to the kitchen, where she blinked blearily against the sudden harsh light as she flipped the switch on the wall. She moved carefully to the refrigerator, where she reached in (the cold air causing her small nipples to harden) and grabbed the carton of milk. The cool white liquid sounded just right for her parched throat, and would hopefully help her get back to sleep. As she turned away from the closing refrigerator door, she bumped a package on the counter that she hadn't noticed before - her husband must have brought it in before he left. As the nondescript brown box began to fall, she let out a small yelp and tried to grab it...but in her sleep-addled state, she forgot that she had been holding the carton of milk, and both fell to the ground, the brown box landing in a sudden white explosion from the milk carton as it hit the floor. "Shit!" she whispered as she crouched to pick up the carton, quickly glugging its contents to form a large white puddle. The brown paper wrapping the package was quickly soaking up the milk. She glanced at the shipping label briefly, and was surprised to notice that the package was addressed to her, from someplace called "spellsrus.mag". In her haste to stop the flow, she didn't notice the faintest green glow that seemed to emanate briefly from the box. As she stood, a shiver passed through her small body, and she began to tingle - it was so faint that she didn't notice it at first as she glanced around for paper towels, but it grew stronger, first centering near the base of her spine, and then slowly in her small breasts, which drew a quiet gasp. However, she was distracted from these strange sensations by the sudden appearance of an even stranger one - someone was pulling the back of her shirt up! She pulled herself up in surprise, but as she turned, the lifting of her shirt was accompanied by an ever more bizarre feeling. And when she looked behind her she froze in disbelief at what was causing it. Poking out from her back, just above the curve of her cute little butt, was a long cow's tail, complete with a long tuft of brown hair matching her own. Her hear began to pound in disbelief and horror at the swishing tail...it couldn't be real! She must be dreaming! Yet she could feel it as it twitched, sliding her white shirt up over the curve of her smooth buttocks. She was so mesmerized by the sudden emergence of her impossible cow's tail that at first she didn't notice the intensifying tingle in her breasts, nor the fainter ones at her throat and in her hands and feet. A shuddering gasp escaped her, however, as the tingling suddenly became a surge, and her head jerked forward, her swishing appendage forgotten for the moment. As she shakily dropped the milk carton onto the counter she looked down to her chest, and a small sob escaped her. Her tiny a-cup breasts had somehow suddenly become b-cups...and as she watched, they began to slowly grow even larger. She gasped and panted quietly in disbelief as incredible sensations filled her - an intense pleasurable aching as it felt as though something liquid was rushing into and filling her rapidly growing udders. She let out a small sob as the ache passed from pleasure into a pain of need. Her small hands flew to her now massive, impossible tits, hanging down from her tiny body. Her small pink nipples had darkened, and seemed engorged...and *ached*. She slid her hands up towards them, her slim fingers sliding into view beneath the huge mounds as they surrounded her tight, aching nipples...and squeezed. Laura's body spasmed as her eyes slammed shut in the explosion of pleasure. Her mouth opened in a nearly silent, wordless scream of orgasmic bliss. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she pulled hard on her large nipples...and white milk sprayed out of them, dripping down her hands and chest to join the puddle on the floor. She stood there, locked in the incredible pleasure she was feeling from milking her huge breasts, each spray of milk eliciting an orgasm of it's own, to be replaced by another a few moments later, then another. The ache of her full breasts and tight nipples faded slightly as she milked herself desperately, but she felt no desire to stop. Another intensification of tingling in her hands and feet went unnoticed at first, lost in the sea of aching pleasure she was feeling. But suddenly, she found herself having difficulty grasping her nipples, and with a sob, she opened her red-rimmed eyes to stare down at her hands. Her moan became horrified once again as the pleasure began to fade (and the aching need began to build once again), and she watched as her fingers curled and began to blend together. Though she tried to flex them, they became more and more rigid and immobile as she watched. It was only when she began to topple forward with a small cry that she realized something similar was happening to her feet. She fell to the ground, putting out her frozen hands to break the fall, and letting out a yell as she fell forward onto her huge breasts, a spray of milk jetting from her nipples at the impact, and yielding an involuntary cry of pleasure from the terrified girl. As she tried to pull herself up slightly, trying desperately to ignore the wonderful feelings coming from her chest as the floor continued to squeeze milk from her massive breasts, her eyes lighted onto the label of the box. It was addressed to her, and the return label simply said "SrU Enterprises", with no address. She turned her head away, eyes filled with tears, and stared in horror at what her hands had become - a pair of slender cow hooves had replaced them, her fingers gone, and with them any ability to grasp something to help herself up. With cough at the strange lump in her throat, she glanced over her shoulder to stare horrified once again at what had been her small feet...now similarly useless cow hooves. She placed her forehooves on the milk-covered ground beneath her, and shakily managed to pull herself up onto her hooves and knees. She shivered from the continued dripping over her nipples, her large breasts dangling to the floor. With a small whimper, though she was horrified at someone seeing her like this, she let out a scream for help. "MRRROOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Her eyes went wide at the sounds coming from her lips. Teared rolled down her cheeks as she tried desperately to utter any human sounds, but all that came out was a very feminine cow's moo. "MOOOOOOO!!!!" She sobbed, kneeling on the floor, mooing piteously, as the ache in her breasts in grew, and grew. She tried pressing herself against the floor to press the milk out of her nipples, and though it helped, it was only ever so slightly, as without the right pressure on her nipples, the milk couldn't be released in large quantity. Laura squirmed on the floor, her mind disappearing into the aching need to be milked like the cow she had become. A few hours later, her front door opened, and a man in a grey delivery outfit stepped inside, a name tag on his shirt proclaiming him "BOB". He stepped into the living room and looked down at the sight before him. The tiny girl lay on the floor, where she had crawled from the kitchen, shaking and mooing quietly. The floor was covered with milk, as was she - her hair, the white shirt she was still wearing soaked through. Her huge tits dribbled constantly, nipples overflowing with unreleased milk. She looked up at him with red, wild eyes, her tongue sticking out. Any thoughts of modesty or decency were lost in the maddening ache in her body, and she pulled her self back and up as best she could, showing her huge tits to him, begging him to milk her as her hooves clopped on the floor. "Moooo," she sobbed. Bob smiled, surprisingly gently and with an almost sad look on his face. "Sorry, sweetie. But soon." He turned to the door as the other delivery man stepped him, his tag also identifying him as "BOB" - he looked nearly identical to the first. He nodded and the two of them wordlessly stepped to either end of the sobbing, mostly naked, cow-girl. They turned her over as she mooed, dazed with her aching need, and they lifted her gently and carried her out the door, her huge tits sloshing from side to side and dripping milk as they went. Laura mooed loudly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as the farmhand sprayed his warm cum into her belly with a grunt. Laura had lost count of how many days she had been in the dairy. At first she had cried and hoped for rescue in her rare moments of lucidity, but those had long since passed, and she rarely even broke down into tears any more these days. It helped that her life seemed to have become a nearly constant stream of orgasms. She knelt in her stall, shuddering and mooing quietly as the farmhand pulled his large cock from her constantly wet pussy, cum dribbling out of her. The milking machine attached to her huge tits continued it's pumping, milk squirting out of her large nipples, accompanied by small bursting orgasms with each spray. None of the other cows in the other stalls seemed to enjoy being milked as much as she did, but then, she *was* the only one of them that used to be a girl. When she had first arrived, carried in by Bob and Bob (who she had never seen again), she had been horrified, and mooed loudly in desperate cries for help - after, of course, an hour or so of being completely paralyzed by the explosive orgasms that ripped through her when she was first hooked up to the milking machine. When the machine had finally stopped after what seemed like an eternity of sobbing, mooing cumming, she had collapsed to the ground. She had mooed loudly for a few minutes, then quietly mooed herself to sleep in a pile of hay, the ache in her breasts finally reduced enough that she could sink into an exhausted slumber. In the morning, however, she realized how fruitless her cries were when the first farmhands came in and stripped her of her last piece of human clothing (her husband's shirt, crinkled with dried milk), ignoring her pitiful mooing, and merely smiling wryly down at the small girl. They opened the package that she had received (which the Bobs had left in the stall), and from it pulled a clanking cow bell that they fastened to her slender neck, which she now wore all the time. Humiliated and horrified at being naked in her new body in front of these men, she nevertheless offered her huge tits up to them the moment they made it obvious that they were going to reattach the milker to her - overnight, the ache had once again began to build, to reach nearly painful intensity once again. As she began to moo in humiliated pleasure as the milkers once again sucked at her squirting nipples, she watched in horror as one of the farmhands began to unbuckle his pants. Her eyes went wide in horror as he slid them down, and somehow through the haze of being milked, she shook her head, mooing loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks. The other one laughed, and hit a switch, and suddenly the milker stopped. She knelt, shaking, mooing quietly at first, then louder, then finally turned wide-eyed to the farmhand standing in his underwear, begging him. They both just grinned at her. Finally, mooing desperately for her milking, she turned and stuck her small ass up at him, begging him to do whatever he wanted as long as they started the machine again. She mooed quietly as she looked back as the farmhand pulled down his shorts, his medium-sized but very hard cock springing free, and he knelt behind her. She felt his cockhead brush faintly at the entrance to her pussy, eliciting a surprised gasp of pleasure... And then he thrust into her just as the other hand turned on the milking machine once more. She hadn't realized how incredibly wet she must be until she felt his cock slip inside her effortlessly, but that realization was lost in the explosion of pleasure she was feeling. Somewhere she realized she was mooing in almost a scream as he thrust into her tight, wet pussy - if the orgasms of being milked had been amazing, the orgasm that she felt while being fucked while being milked was a whole other realm entirely. After a few moments, she felt his warm cum spray into her, and then mooed in disappointment as he pulled out of her. This time there was no resistance at all as she trembled while the other one pulled down his pants as well, and she turned to him, mooing this time in anticipation. She was not disappointed, as his larger cock drove her even further into realms of explosive bliss. Though guilt racked her, her body knew what it wanted, and for the first couple of days, she offered no resistance at all as she was happily milked and fucked by farmhands every couple of hours. It wasn't until the first of them held his cock in front of her mouth, still wet from having fucked her a few minutes ago, that she sobbingly balked once again. She had never liked sucking cock, and doing it now... And yet again, a few minutes of going unmilked drove her over the edge, and she leaned forward and slid her quietly mooing mouth over the man's cock, eliciting a groan as she tasted the flavor of herself on him. To her surprise, the cock in her mouth felt wonderful, and only in part due to the pleasure of the milking machine once again working her nipples. It slid in and out as she mooed quietly, and when he tensed and the warm, sticky cum began spraying into her mouth, she was shocked to discover that whereas she used to loathe the flavor, she now almost craved it. It was certainly far better than the hay she had been forced to eat. She gulped down every drop of the salty liquid and licked it off her lips as he pulled away. From there a pattern emerged. Every time they found something newly humiliating for her, they would withhold her milking until she acquiesced. And each time she gave in, she found to her horror that she loved it. And then they'd give her a few days to get used to it till they did something new. The longest she held out was when the first of the female farmhands had come in, stripped off her overalls, and spread her thighs before Laura, the wet, pink folks of her pussy showing how aroused the redheaded girl was. Laura mooed, sobbing, as she stared at the pony-tailed redhead. The redhead didn't seem to mind the wait, grinning as she watched the misery of the small cow-girl grow. Finally, with a moaning sob, Laura bent and lowered her mouth to the spread legs of the girl, smelling the salty-sweet scent of her pussy. The girl moaned as Laura gently quested with her tongue and found, once again to her horror, that the wet, slick liquid tasted delightful. The redhead seemed to revel in her humiliation and aching need, however, as she let the milking machine remain off while she leaned back and moaned as the sobbing, mooing Laura licked her, her misery and humiliation unabated by her usual milking. It wasn't until the girl came in a shrieking orgasm that she finally turned the machine back on to allow Laura her own loud orgasm...though the redhead remained to allow Laura to happily lick her to a second and then third orgasm. And so it went. The few women farmhands seemed to enjoy Laura's humiliation even more than the men, coming up with new and inventive things to make the poor cow-girl do, or to do to her. The redhead had a particular gift for it, giggling as she made Laura lick the cum of one of the male farmhands from her pussy after passionately kissing Laura while he fucked her from behind. But the final humiliation, the one that broke Laura's spirit, making her truly think of herself as the cow she had become, had happened just a few days ago. One of the farmhands had finished her milking for the day (after a full day of giving milk, she was usually able finally to sleep, the ache only awakening her as morning came), but rather than letting her curl up and collapse, he grinned. "You're to be bred soon, you know." Laura looked at him in horror. She had realized some time ago that she couldn't get pregnant from the men. If she could, the gallons of cum inside her would surely made her so a hundred times over. "We've saved our prize bull for you." She shook as tears welled from her eyes. He couldn't mean...they couldn't. Oh god... "Why don't you come take a look at him and see what you think?" She sobbed as he fastened a lead to her collar, and led her out into the stalls. She had on occasion been drawn out to walk around, usually to for the entertainment of the various dairy workers. The other cows chewed their hay and looked at her with disinterest. This time, however, he led her down the aisle further than she had gone before, and finally pulled her up to a new pen. "There he is. What do you think?" Laura stared at the large bull in the pen, as he turned to look at her, chewing. She began to shake, and quietly moo as tears ran down her cheeks. "mmoooo mooooooo mmmmooooooo mmmmmoooooooo" The horror over what was happening to her was beyond anything else they had done. She cried desperately as she stared at the bull... ...and her whole body began to ache for him. Her eyes drifted downward to his massive cock as she mooed softly, eyes wide, her pussy aching for the beast to be inside her. She barely even noticed as the farmhand began pulling on her lead - she had crawled forward, desperate to get to the bull to mate with him. As the farmhand pulled on her collar, dragging her back towards her pen, she mooed pitifully, turning her head back to stare at him in aching need not unlike her morning need for milking, but this time between her legs. As the farmhand mounted her back in her stall, she mooed in pleasure, her mind's eye filled with a fantasy of being mounted by her beloved bull, his seed spraying in her belly to make her full with his calf. And thus the poor girl knelt in anticipation, fantasizing about her soon-to-be mate each time a farmhand mounted her, waiting for the day soon when he would be replaced by the bull she had been promised. She cried ever so slightly when she realized between her lust-filled fantasies that she had forgotten her name, but it was quickly replaced by thoughts of her bovine beloved. As she mooed loudly in another orgasm, Cow thought no more of escape or rescue. Only of the many calves she would bear for her bull.