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what follows is an alternative tg story for posting.

				       SHE MOOS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS


     Jack was driving along a back country road one bright and shiny
Sunday afternoon.  He had the next week off, so he decided to go for a
long leisurely drive.  He was driving along in his brand new Porche,
not thinking of anything in particular, listening to rather loud rock
n' roll music on the stereo.

     Jack was tired of this CD, so he decided to switch it for
another.  Unfortunately, the CD case was on the floor of the passenger
side. He checked the road ahead of him, seeing no hazards.
Therefore, he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached down toward the CD
case.

     No sooner than he had placed his fingers upon the case, he heard
a loud "THUD", and felt the front of his car strike a very large
object.  He jerked his head up just in time to see a very large
Guernsey cow go flying off of his front bumper.  The Porche slid out
of control, however, Jack was able to safely bring the vehicle to a
stop.

     Jack got out of the car, and ran around the front to see what
kind of damage was done to the fender.  He was unconcerned with what
happened to the cow.  After all it was just a dumb animal.  There was
a huge dent, stained with thick blood, on the front of his car.

     "DAMN IT!!"  He swore to himself.  "That's just GREAT!"

     Out of the corner of his ear, Jack heard the painful lowing of
the beast that struck his car.  He walked over to the cow, which was
clearly in its death throes.  The poor dumb animal looked like it was
in severe pain.

     "What you do to my cow?" Jack heard a woman's voice with a heavy
greek accent say behind him."

     Jack responded, "It wasn't MY fault lady.  Your stupid cow was in
the middle of the road.   Maybe if you kept it penned up properly it
wouldn't have gotten hit."

     "This be not my fault.  Animals run free. Is nature.  If cow in
middle of road, you should see.   You should avoid!  You not paying
attention."

     She was a middle aged woman with very greek features.  Jack could
tell that in her younger days she must have been a beauty.  She still
was a handsome woman.

     Jack knew in his heart of hearts that the old lady was right.  He
really wasn't paying attention.   It was stupid of him to reach for
the CD's in a speeding car, so he said nothing.  He just continued to
look at the lady.  The poor cow let out a groan as it finally expired.
They both looked at the cow then at each other.

     The lady said to Jack, "My cow, she die.  Justice demand that you
replace."

     "Lady, you must have lots of cows.  This is a farm after all."

     "No.  Only one cow, one bull.  I new to this country from Greece.
I just start farm and only have one cow, one bull.  Cow must be
replace.  You replace!"

     Jack looked at his car.  "Who is going to replace my car.  Look
what your stupid cow did to my Porche!!"

     She replied angrily, "You vile man.  Cow die here, but you only
care for car.  All life precious.   You need lesson in value of life,
all life."

     Jack didn't want to stand around arguing with this lady.  He
wanted to get out of here.   Fortunately, the insurance would pay for
the car, except for the deductible.  He decided to just buy the lady a
new cow rather than listen to her lecture him.  How expensive could a
cow be anyway.  He looked at the lady, and said, "Okay lady, you win
I'll replace your cow.  Just tell me how much, and where to get it, so
I can get out of here."

     The lady replied, "You call me CC.  Come up to house so that we
make arrangements."

     Together they pulled the dead cow off of the road.  CC took a
sample of the cow's blood in a small container which she produced from
her pocket.  Jack had no idea as to why she would need that.  Jack
then took CC into his car and drove her up to a charming little
farmhouse.  There were all types of animals around, but there were no
cows.  There was a lone bull out in the field, grazing contentedly.  I
was an extremely large bull too.

     CC invited Jack into the house.  Over the next hour, Jack found
out quite a bit about CC.  She was from a small island in the Aegean
Sea, off the coast of Greece.  She had just came to this country to
start a farm.  It seems development and tourism had overrun her island
which had always been her home.  On this island she also had a farm.
Her full name was CC Scabrous.  She never told him what the CC stood
for.

     Jack found himself starting to like the lady despite what had
happened.  She even made him an authentic greek meal, with wine that
she made herself.  The wine was very,very good.

     However, unknown to Jack the wine was a special kind of wine.  It
was more accurately a potion!  Before she gave the wine to Jack she
poured the in the contents of the container with the blood of her cow.
CC was short for Circe!

     No sooner than Jack finished his wine, he began to feel very,
very strange.  His skin itched all over.  It was driving him crazy!

     "Something wrong, Jack?" asked CC.

     "I-I d-don't feel well.  I'm itchy all over."

     She stood up, urging Jack to also get up. "Perhaps you need air.
Come, we take walk in field.   I show you my farm."

     Jack stood, noticing that his legs felt stiff for some reason.
However, he followed CC out of the house into the field.  She showed
Jack the farm, and where everything was located.  As they talked, Jack
had to keep clearing his throat.  It was like something was caught in
it, making him hoarse.

     By the time Jack and CC got to the field which was densely
covered in grass, he felt sick in his stomach.  It was churning, and
rumbling.  He thought that the meal that CC had served him wasn't
sitting well.  After a few more steps he knew that he was going to
throw up.  The pain in his abdomen made him double over.  Jack fell
down to all fours as the contents of his stomach poured out onto the
ground.

     After Jack was done throwing up, he was overwhelmed by a new
sensation: an undeniable, insatiable hunger.  The trouble was, he
didn't know for what.  There was grass all around him, and for some
reason that he didn't yet understand, it looked good, inviting.  

     Jack reached out for the grass with his mouth.  As he did, he
could feel his neck extend.  He felt the lower part of his face change
and extend.  He saw a the rest of his face push out between his eyes.
All that mattered was getting the grass.  Jack chomped down on the
grass and tore it out. It tasted sweet, so good.  Jack noticed that
his teeth felt different, more square.  He just chewed and chewed the
grass, savoring its sweet juices.

     "Jack?" said CC.

     "Wha-oooooooooooooo!"  Jack tried to respond.

     "Try to stand up."   Jack tried to stand up while leaving his
hands on the ground to balance himself.  As he did so he felt the rest
of his body lengthen, and stretch out.  He pushed up with his hands
trying to get up, and they also lengthened out, matching his legs.
Suddenly, it occurred to Jack that he was standing comfortably, and
naturally on all fours.  Jack suddenly felt the bones of his spine,
and hips begin to change, assume a different shape.

     Jack tried to cry out and protest, but all that came out was a
"MOOO!"

     Now Jack was gripped by fear as he realized what was happening.
CC had said he was to replace the cow.  He has assumed she meant
paying for a new cow, but now it was clear she meant that he was to
become the new cow.

     He looked down at his hands in time for him to see them fuse
together and become hooves.   His skin was covered in dense, course
fur, that was mostly black, with splotches of white.

     "Moooo!  Moooo!"  Jack tried to cry for someone, anyone to help
him.  CC walked up to him casually and stroked his head.  She tried
too sooth him.

     "Don't worry Ja........ I'm sorry. I mean Bessie. It be over
soon. It then be milking time."

     Jack felt his entire body start to enlarge, and swell.  The
clothes he was wearing became very, very tight.  He heard the sound of
ripping and tearing, as the seams gave way, and the clothes fell to
the ground.  Now he was totally naked and standing on all fours.  He
wasn't totally naked for, his entire body was covered with dense fur.
He was now big and very, very round.  

     Jack felt a very odd sensation near his rear end.  It was then he
felt the swish of a long tail moving back and forth.  However, the by
far the oddest sensation was coming from between his legs.  Something
was becoming bigger and bigger. Jack was able to twist his head around
enough to see, not his familiar equipment, but a large bovine udder,
with multiple teats.  He felt them grow large, and taunt as they
filled with milk.  Near his rear end he felt his sexual organs wither
away, to be replaced by a new set of plumbing.  The transformation was
now complete.  Jack was a Guernsey cow.

     The udder was so full that it was uncomfortable.  CC bent down
and pulled on it, in an experimental fashion. A squirt of fresh, warm
cow's milk hit the ground.

     CC said, "you now be ready to be milked.  You wait here Bessie. I
go get stool and pail."

     She left off toward the barn.  Bessie watched her go.  She
thought about running away, but where would she go.  She was a dairy
cow now, whose whole purpose was to produce milk.  It was getting
harder and harder for her to think.  Her thoughts kept getting
interrupted by that overpowering hunger.  So she gave up, bent her
head down, and began to graze on the succulent grass.

     Sometime later, CC returned with a stool and pail.  She sat down
on the stool near the rear of the new cow, and grabbed a pair of teats
and began to milk.  Warm milk began to fill the pail.  Bessie had to
admit to herself that the sensation felt good.  It was a release from
the great pressure down there.  She continued to munch on the grass,
as CC milked her, and talked to her.

     CC said, "now you be my cow, until you replace her.  If you good
cow I may change you back.  First you must make for me big strong calf
to take you place.  No bull, but cow.  So you stay like this until you
make girl cow."

     CC had finished milking her.  The impact of what she just said
was sinking in on Bessie.  She was now a girl cow.  She could become
pregnant and have cows.  Bessie mooed sorrowfully as CC walked away.
She tried to call for help, but the only thing that came out was a
soft lowing.  Instead of getting help, her mooing only succeeded in
attracting the bull.  The huge bull circled her.  His scent had the
oddest reaction upon her, and she felt an urgency in her new genitalia
at her rear.  It was then that Bessie really understood her plight.
She was in season, and her new bovine body was reacting the way in
which nature intended.  She mooed again.

     The bull came very close now, his scent assaulting her animal
senses.  The bull nudged her with his head.  The urgency and need for
the bull continued to grow, as conscious thought faded from the cow's
mind.  Bessie saw the large penis of the bull swing back and forth as
he moved around to her rear, and unsheathe in preparation.  It didn't
matter to her that she was a different species now, or even a
different sex.  The only thing that mattered at this second was
satisfying her new biological urges and instincts.  To surround the
bull penis with her new sex.

     She consciously gave up fighting the new instincts as she felt
the bull climb up her back and enter her.  The bull began thrusting
violently, as the very last conscious human thought flitted from
Bessie's mind, and her eyes dulled over.  The only thing left was a
cow, very much in season.

     CC watched her two cows coupling out in the field from the
farmhouse window.  She smiled to herself, figuring that she would have
a newborn calf by the spring.  The soft mooing of the mother cow to be
from out in the field was music to her ears.

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