(FTF Story, Anthro Cow)
Melody was a business woman through and through. She was raised into the corporate world by her father and had no other choice about it. But she wasn't sure it was still the right option for her.
See, Melody was a kind soul. She couldn't really take the firing and laying off employees. And she didn't like that to succeed, she had to rip off customers. It felt like everybody was too selfish.
And she was quiet anyway. She didn't enjoy all the yelling. In fact, it was usually overwhelming to her. And the hustle and bustle of the city just made her stressed.
She had an apartment across town from her office and took the subway every day. One day, she was on her way home from work, she had to fire three employees for budget cuts and had to absorb their departments into hers, basically just do the jobs of four people for the pay of one. She was already agitated when the subway broke down. People were yelling, babies crying, and the sound of mechanics screaming in her ears. She got right off at the station and prepared to walk.
It was a nice evening out. The city was loud, but the fresh air could be nice if she would pause to enjoy it.
There was some noisy construction on her route that diverted her from the street to an area with a range of shops. One happened to catch her eye.
She decided to step into Celestia's Wares and Watsits.
The inside of the shop was rather dimly lit, filled with rows of lanterns that highlighted a range of knickknacks and oddities. There was everything from beauty products, to electronics, and even foodstuffs. Nothing specifically caught Melody's eye though.
"Can I help you find anything?" spoke a harmonious voice from behind her.
Melody turned to find a beautiful woman standing behind her. She had flowing red hair that sculpted her model-like face. But most stunning were her golden eyes that stared intently at Melody.
"Oh, sorry, just browsing."
"Really? You don't know what you want?" she asked curiously.
"I didn't say that. It's just... most of my money is tied up in the stock market. It's the best use of it, they say."
"They do?"
"Well, yes. I don't really have the extra to spend on tchotchkes."
"I see. Perhaps I can interest you in something else. Something to help you start over."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean."
"I'm hiring, you see. I need specialty workers."
"I have a job," Melody scoffed. Couldn't this woman tell?
"And are you happy with that work, Melody?"
"Well, not exactly, but... I don't know. I've never known any different. My dad was a corporate man. And he taught me that to be successful is to climb the ladder to the very top. And hoard the prizes that come with it, because life isn't fair. Or something like that. But I don't know, I'm good at what I do. I didn't think I was supposed to enjoy it. Who does enjoy their work?" Melody rambled.
"I enjoy my work plenty. But I am my own boss. Which has its perks."
"And what would the job entail?"
She wasn't sure why she was listening to this stranger. But she seemed easy to talk to. She wanted to let her help. Maybe she even could help.
"It's not complicated. I need someone to oversee production for my produce line."
"I don't know anything about produce," Melody retorted.
"You don't need to. I own a little plot of land outside of town where I keep special livestock. They are where I get all of my specialty ingredients for my homemade food and drink products. But they are in desperate need of oversight. There's only one farmer there, a nice young man, who tends to my livestock. But he knows nothing about business. And in turn, production is more limited than I'd like."
"Well, I do have knowledge that could maybe be of use. But I don't know, that's a long commute out of the city each day."
"Oh, that's the best part. You could live there on reservation. There's a lovely little cottage that isn't even in use. The only hard part is that it's very quiet. No one around. Except the farmhand, but he mostly keeps to himself and does his work. You wouldn't have the usual joys of the city, no shops, no cars, no hubbub to keep you entertained. It's really the quiet life," Celestia said, acting dramatic but smirking all the while.
"Let me think about it. Do you have a number I can reach you at?"
"Just call the store, dear. Don't you want to know what it pays?"
"I don't know if that really matters. Thank you, miss. I'll call tomorrow with my decision."
She left the store with her thoughts in a blur.
By the next day, she had made up her mind.
Melody arrived outside of town and found the little farm Celestia had spoke of. They had gone over job duties the week before and now was her first day.
She parked her car and walked down the path through a meadow full of daisies. The air was fresh, the wind felt soft in her hair, and best of all, it was quiet.
She frolicked through the field until she was stopped by a voice.
"Who are you?"
She found a handsome young man, probably in his late twenties, with a tan and dark hair.
"I'm Melody. Celestia hired me to oversee production here."
"Oh, yeah. She said someone would be coming. I guess I didn't expect..."
"A woman?"
"Sorry. I'll get back to work."
"What was your name?"
"Caleb. If you need anything, please let me know."
He walked back into the field. Melody watched him go. She couldn't help herself. He was noticeably strong. She was sure he could handle any sort of livestock.
She found the cottage easily enough. It was a beautiful one story building with a living room, kitchen, and bedroom. There was only one drawback. It was right next to the barn. Why anyone would build their living situation next to a smelly barn, she could not understand. Although she would have a short commute to work every day.
She got her belongings together and organized the living space. When she moved out, she sold most of her things. She lived extraneously for the most part.
She found a plush comfortable bed waiting for her. Nice sheets, they seemed to be sheepskin. In the kitchen, she found plenty of cookware and a fridge stocked. There were fresh eggs and cheeses. Good bread. And a pitcher full of milk.
It looked like incredible milk too. It was creamy and white. And the pitcher was absolutely full.
She decided to make herself a cheese sandwich and a hearty glass to wash it down. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. She ate the sandwich pretty quick and then chugged the glass of milk. It was delicious. Beyond delicious. It tasted perfectly cool against the back of her throat. She practically moaned, it was so good. She had to have another. She went to the fridge and poured herself another glass. She gulped it right down. She kept drinking and drinking, the cold milk dripping down her throat. Before she knew it, the pitcher of milk was empty.
'How'd that happen? It was good. Great even! But that's a lot of milk for one sitting. Even for being that good.'
Her stomach rumbled. Probably a reaction to the milk.
She figured it was time to take in the farm. Maybe she could find out where they get the milk. She left her cottage and started a stroll. She rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and jacket and walked in the heat.
For a farm, it was rather quiet. She had expected at least some sort of noise. Not city noises, of course. But chickens, they were loud, weren't they? And cows, and pigs, and sheep? But she didn't hear anything. It was wonderfully peaceful.
She decided she'd check in the barn. There had to be something in there.
She clutched her stomach as the milk grumbled in her belly as she opened the barn door.
The barn was empty.
"That's funny, where are all the cows? And the milk?"
"Looking for something?" Caleb asked.
Melody turned. "Sorry, I was curious. I ran out of milk."
"Already?"
"It was good, no need to mock me."
"I wasn't, I just..."
"What?"
"Nothing, miss."
She looked at the farmhand. He was fidgeting. Couldn't make much eye contact.
Meanwhile, her shirt felt tight. She was heating up. She wiped sweat from her brow and pulled on her button down.
She didn't notice her breasts filling her shirt, her buttons pulled lightly taught against her brassiere.
She caught him staring.
"Well, aren't you funny?"
"Pardon me, miss."
"You're staring. I guess I could understand, your only company being the cows."
"The cows? Right, yes. It's a quiet farm."
"Well, please stop staring. I'm from the city so I know how to defend myself. I don't want you getting any ideas."
"Of course not."
"Now, let's take stock. Get organized. Tell me everything I need to know."
"Are you prepared to walk?" he asked.
"I can be." She removed her jacket and lay it down on a hay bale. The heat was getting to her. But she'd be fine. Maybe she could even find where they hid the milk.
Caleb walked her through the fields.
They passed all sorts of buildings with specific uses. Some were storage, some were for animals, so on. She was trying to pay attention. Caleb obviously knew his way around the farm. But she kept getting distracted.
Every once and a while, Caleb would look back. He noticed before she did. Her breasts were jiggling in her shirt. They pressed and pushed against the buttons.
Melody felt short of breath. She held her chest and found full breasts pressed easily into the fabric of her shirt. Strange. She was usually just a B cup. Maybe a C cup once a month. But her breasts were sensitive and plump. Must be an allergic reaction to the milk.
She felt herself up. Her nipples were extra tender. They mashed into the folds of her shirt and sent electric shocks to her brain.
'Wow,' she thought. 'What's with the extra intensity? Maybe it's the farm air. Here, this should help.'
She undid her top button. Her boobs opened the sides of her shirt quickly and dropped into place. A second button came right off.
"Shit," she said under her breath.
"What was that?" Caleb asked.
He looked back to find her playing coy.
"Something the matter?" she asked.
"No, of course not. It's none of my business anyway."
"You're right, it's not."
They came to the end of a field.
"Do you have any questions?" he asked.
"Questions."
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I think I've been acting weird. I guess I'm new to this whole thing."
"Farming?"
"No, I've been a farmhand for a while. I've never run a farm before, but I'm more than capable. But I'm used to working with animals, not women."
Melody snorted. "Well, I'll give you a hint, maybe treat me a little differently than one of your farm animals."
"Really? I wasn't sure..."
"Excuse me? Are you out of your mind? I'm not a cow."
She lurched forward suddenly. Her boobs heaved into the air. She leaned over as they grew. They plopped into the blanket of shirt and sat as outrageous mounds. They weighed her down, nearly 20 pounds on her chest, as they approached DDD cups.
"I see that."
"What's wrong with me? I feel all sick. What was in that milk?"
"You don't know?"
"What's in milk? I've never worked on a farm before. You shouldn't expect me to be perfectly knowledgeable. But I didn't think it would cause inflammation."
"Wait, do you not know?"
"I just told you, I don't know a lot about farm life."
"Celestia didn't tell you?"
"She gave me the job description."
"It doesn't seem like she gave you all the details," Caleb spoke carefully. He didn't want to offend her.
"Sure, she did. I oversee production. I'll improve product volume and see to it that this farm is profitable. It's not that complicated. Woah!"
Her heart was beating out of her chest. Her head was perspiring. Her mounds pressed against each other as they grew ever firmer.
"What's happening to me? I feel like I'm gonna burst!"
"It's the milk, I thought Celestia had told you."
"Told me what? Unnnnnnh, ooooh, oh, it hurts."
Her breasts collapsed like two heavy weights. They jiggled and bounced as she held them up in shock. Her skin stretched and pulled until her shirt could barely hold her mammaries. She was more boob than upper body.
"Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright! I'm practically exploding. I've never seen an allergic reaction like this."
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"What?"
"You know it's not an allergic reaction."
"I doOOOOOOH. Oh man, they won't stop filling. Is this normal?"
They launched into overdrive. Her gurgling stomach growled like a lion. With skin stretching, her breasts rumbled as they filled. They increased like water balloons. More and more skin appeared, practically out of thin air. Her cleavage grew from three inches to four to five until the crevice was half a foot. Each tit was the size of a ripe watermelon, weighing her body down heavily. She placed her hands under each one and held them up to the best of her ability.
"What's happening to meEEEEEEEE OOOH UUUNNNH gosh help me."
"What do you want me to do?" Caleb asked.
"Tell me what's happening, Mr. Farm Expert. This isn't normal for regular milk."
"No, it's not."
"What kind of milk did I have? Nnnnmmmm, gosh," she said through gritted teeth.
"It's this farm's specialty. Celestia uses it for her work. Sells it. It has special properties."
"No kidding," she groaned.
"That's why you're here. To oversee production, right?"
"Yes, but I don't see how. There's no cows in the barn. There's no cows for miles as far as I can tell."
"Our neighbors keep ordinary livestock. But Celestia's farm is different."
"What do you mean different? Spit it out."
"Well, see for yourself."
He pointed to the top of her head. The pressure from her breasts had barely subsided when she felt an odd feeling on the sides of her temple.
She reached a hand up and stopped just above her own ears to find a pointed section of fluff. It twitched when she touched it. She could even feel her hand through it. It was very sensitive to her own touches.
"Do I have... cow ears?" she asked Caleb.
"It would seem so."
"You don't seem surprised. Oh my head. It feels like it's exploding."
"I'm shocked she didn't mention it."
"Didn't mention what? That I... that I'm..."
"Overseeing dairy production. Up close and personal."
"Oh no. No, no, no. She can't turn me into a cow," Melody exclaimed.
"You won't be completely a cow. You'll still be you, with all of your own free will and such."
"You knew? All this time?"
"I thought you did too! You seemed so self assured. I figured she would have told you. When she hired me, she explained that this was a different type of farm. Very different than what I was used to. That there would be no animals per se, instead her products were produced by anthropomorphic women who were individually trained especially for this job. And that the product would be extra tasty and delicious. She set up the cottage herself and put that jug of milk in there. She said that it would change you over the course of drinking it. She seemed to insinuate one glass wouldn't change you completely. What's the matter?"
"I drank the whole thing."
"You what?!"
"It was so tasty, I downed the whole thing. That's why I was looking for more. What's going to happen to me?"
"I don't know. All she said was that you would change. Be half person half cow. You'd still be you. I asked how she explained it to people without them freaking out. She just smiled and said I shouldn't worry about that. You know, I barely believed her at the time. But with ears like that, it's hard to deny it."
"Yeah no kidding. How bad is it? Be honest."
Caleb looked at her. Two horns had begun sprouting from her head at the beginning of their conversation. They were brassy and dark. They poked out of the side of her temple and continued pressing out, eliciting groans from the aching woman.
"I don't know if it's my place."
"You were hired to take care of the anthro women? That's your whole job?"
"Yes, I was hired for my capabilities. I'm good with animals."
"Then it's your place. How do I look?"
She genuinely wanted to know. She felt crazy, like she was in some absurd nightmare. She'd gone from the splitting headaches of the subway to the splitting headache of two horns piercing her head. She had fluffy cow ears. And her breasts. They were huge! And not to mention heavy. She could barely hold them. But they were warm and when they jostled in her stretched out shirt, she could feel every synapse. She also felt a lighter tingle in her hair.
"I didn't know what I was expecting. If I were judging you based on how I judge cows, I would say you look healthy. Respectfully, you look full. Like you're going to need to be milked eventually. But your horns are a nice sheen. The fur on your ears tells me that you're clean."
"I shouldn't have asked. I don't want to be milked," she whimpered.
Despite saying that, part of her did feel enticed by the idea of release. Her jugs were getting very full and her nipples incredibly sensitive. If it was his job to milk her, who was she to stop him. It might even feel good.
"I'm sorry. This has got to be scary. Or at least surprising. I'm a bit in shock myself. But I'm here for you. It's my job and I'm really good at it."
"You said I look healthy for a cow. What about as a woman?"
He gulped. His work usually kept him away from women, being on a dirty farm and all. But here was a beautiful woman turning into a cow that was possibly flirting with him. He knew cows that needed to be milked had certain needs and itches, but he hadn't expected that to affect Melody.
"You look great. Respectfully. I'm no expert, but I would say that you are very pretty. You have a nice face. And your hair... well, it's changing."
She'd been so distracted by his kind words that she hadn't noticed the tickling of black color spreading across her hair. Her face reddened.
Her head felt foggy.
"I need to sit down."
"Come on," he said as he led her to an awning to sit under.
She braced her heavy form and panted.
"I'm not used to being a cow. Is it supposed to feel this intense?"
Her hair finished coloring in front of Caleb's eyes. Her eyes wavered in color. And without her noticing, a tail spurted from the back of her shorts. It flicked lazily in the heat. She paid it no mind. It was a part of her after all.
"I've never been a cow before," Caleb replied.
"No need to be so snarky. I haven't either."
She attempted to look at him angrily but it came off as just strained.
She sat down in a huff. Tightness had begun to envelop her legs. She wasn't notoriously thick. She'd been skinny all her life. But she wasn't fitting just right into her jean shorts.
"Mm, these are so tight. What's happening to me? I can't think straight. I can't breathe."
Her thighs pressed together as they filled with fat. They rubbed together, creating a sensitive feeling that rushed right to Melody's head. They grew thick and wide, pressing outward and giving Melody a wildly curvy look. Her shorts were stretched to their limits. With the pressure from her thighs, her hips popped outward and into place. She let out a yelp in surprise.
"I, uh, don't know what I'm supposed to do here. I wasn't given more instructions."
"What would you ordinarily do?"
He came over and put his hand on her shoulder. He rubbed it gently.
"It's going to be okay. Deep breaths. It's alright."
His words calmed her quickly. He really was good.
"Wait, does this work on the cows? Oh no, I'm so confused. How am I supposed to feel about this?"
He backed off and gave her space.
"Maybe you should call Celestia. She can answer your questions."
"Good idea. Can I borrow your phone? I left mine in the cottage."
"Yeah, here."
He handed her the phone and she dialed Celestia.
"Hello, Celestia's Ware and Watsits, this is Celestia speaking."
"Hi, Celestia, it's Melody. What the hell is going on?"
"What do you mean?" Celestia said.
"I'm turning into a cow. My boobs are huge. I have horns and big ears."
"I still don't see what the problem is."
"You offered me a job. Oversee production, not be the production."
"I offered you a quiet steady job away from the noise of the city, because that's what you wanted. Look, I get that this is overwhelming right now. But give it a chance. You might like it. And if you don't, that's fine. All I require is one glass of milk to replace the one you drank. Then you'll turn back. And you can go back to your noisy life. How's that sound?"
"Can I think about it?" Melody asked.
"Of course. Have Caleb let me know your decision."
She hung up and handed Caleb his phone.
"This is crazy. I can't believe I'm even considering this."
Her tail flicked back and forth on her growing ass. She had a thick pair of legs squeezed into officially booty shoots.
"I look like a freak. Oh my ass. And a tail? Really?"
"And your eyes," Caleb added.
"My eyes?"
"They're blue. They were brown-ish right? They look nice."
"Oh great. Mmmmm, oh, ooooooh. They're too tight."
Tears started appearing in her shorts. The seams cracked and ripped as more fat charged into them. Melody yelped as the front button popped off.
"I can't hold on any more," she groaned.
As she tore her shorts off, patches of fur grew on her skin. They formed little black circles that matched her hair. They appeared like dark areas under her white shirt.
She looked up as she finished pulling her left leg out of her shorts. She threw them aside.
"I don't know why I did that. I didn't... I mean..."
She stood there, naked from the waist down, in near shock. Her bulbous breasts were barely contained in what remained of her clothing.
"What do you want me to do?" Caleb asked. He wanted to help. This was just an odd scenario for him.
"The pressure. It's too much. I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna burst. I need you to milk me. Please. I feel so full. My boobs. They're getting more and more sensitive. It's almost hurting."
"Yeah, that sounds about right. Come on."
He led her through the field past the empty barn. They neared a fence between their land and the next farm over.
"What, where are you going?"
"Our equipment hasn't come in yet. I need a station to milk you in. That's why your barn is empty. We have to use the neighbors."
"The neighbors? What if they see me? I'm not decent."
"You didn't have to take your pants off," Caleb remarked. He blushed.
"I did?" She looked down. "Oops. I guess it's not a big deal. The other cows aren't wearing pants."
Caleb looked at her confused. Was she acting off? Maybe the change was mentally overwhelming.
He led her through the gate to the neighboring cow field. There didn't seem to be anyone else around except for cows. They mooed as the two passed.
"Um, Caleb. My tits. They're, um, leaking."
She was right. Her white button down, already barely holding on, had thinned because of oncoming milk. Her pinkish skin shone brightly through the fabric, especially given how stretched it was. Her tail waved nervously back and forth. Her visible nipples were noticeably leaking the white fluid. It dribbled out of her nipples and ran into the insides of her shirt. Each boob looked like they were about to pop. She was flush with heat.
"Mmm, they're so full. I can hear them sloshing. And feel them. It feels... good. Tight. Too tight. Help me. Milk me. Oooooooooh, oooooooo."
He caught her as she fell forward.
"It's like cattle tipping," he joked.
Melody gave him a mean look.
"I didn't ask for this, ooooooo, ooooh, fuck."
Her tits sloshed with milk that made her boob skin extremely tight.
"Come on, sit down."
He led her into the barn with one arm over his shoulder. Her tits dangled in front of her like massive weights. They jostled and smacked into Caleb's ribs. They were almost painful, but he couldn't help but be turned on.
He sat her down and leaned her forward over a bucket. His hand grasped her nipple and pulled lightly. Her nipples were still pretty thin despite their now large size so his squeezing stung a little. Melody didn't notice though. She was caught up in the overwhelming release of milk.
"Oh, be gentle, oh, careful, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," she signed. She bit her lip as the release of milk overtook her senses.
Caleb squeezed and pulled over and over again until he had to replace the bucket with another. Then he repeated on her other breast.
Eventually, Melody fainted from the experience. She wasn't used to being milked for all she was worth. The pressure and release completely overwhelmed her senses, leaving her practically comatose.
She awoke some time later.
"Mm. I just had the freakiest dream. I was a cow. I had fluffy ears. And this cute little tail. And I had to get milked by this sexy farmer."
While her eyes adjusted, she felt the unfamiliar weight of her massive mammaries. She grabbed at them with her hands and screamed.
She got up and tried to put on her clothes but she couldn't get her shorts on past her thighs much less her ass and her boobs made it impossible to wear a shirt. She looked around for other options and groaned. She put on the only clothes in her cottage that would fit her, then she stormed outside. She found Caleb pretty fast.
"Caleb! What the fuck?"
Caleb turned to find Melody, huge as ever and raging mad, wearing a cow print bikini and only a cow print bikini. She must've put it on hastily, because it wasn't covering much of her chest.
Caleb blushed heavily.
"What are you wearing?" he asked.
"It's the only thing that would fit," she answered embarrassed.
"Oh sure. What can I do for you? Have you made up your mind?"
"About what?"
"If you want to stay like this or not."
Had she made up her mind? She couldn't decide if she was angry or just purely shocked. What if she could get used to this? She had wanted a quiet life. She just hadn't thought that she would need to be part cow to get it. Her head hurt so bad.
"I uh... I don't know. I... MOOOOOOOOO."
Her hands went to cover her mouth.
"Did you just moo?"
"No, I did not moOOOOOO."
She was flabbergasted. She felt faint. Her eyes drooped.
Caleb ran over to catch her.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"No, I... well maybe. Give me a second."
Her blue eyes glazed over with dark color. A dizzy fog filled her head as she held her chest aloft. Her tail flicked behind her. Her mouth dropped open in confusion. She stared over at Caleb.
"Melody. Are you alright? What's wrong?"
"Wrong? Mooo-aybe it's time to milk again? Would you like to?"
As she wandered around in front of Caleb, he noticed more changes setting in. Her fat rump engorged with energy. It rippled and folded along with her belly which sat with healthy flesh. Her boobs continued to fill with milk, as he figured is the norm now. Her nipples lengthened in size, becoming thick as quarters and long as a cow's teat.
One thing he couldn't figure was why she had put on cow print stockings and arm bands to match her bikini. Maybe she was hiding more skin, but it just made him more aroused. Was he supposed to be? This was so out of his comfort zone. And was that cowbell always there? Had she put it on out of instinct?
"What are yo-OOOO looking at?" she flirted.
He quickly found her eyes and blushed at the thought of being caught staring at her immense features. Her eyes had shifted to an intense reddish-pink. It was like they shifted with her mood swing. He barely kept eye contact as her ass was in full show for him to see and her left breast was majorly exposed.
"Nothing. We should get you milked. Here."
He gave her his outstretched hand and led her back to the neighboring farm.
"Mmm, milk. Can I have some this time?"
"I guess we'll see how much you produce. With how big you're getting, I figure you'll make plenty. But before we do, what happened to wanting to change back?"
"Change? And not be a cow? Hm. If I did, I'd have to work at a stupid job. I was wasting so much time being boOOO-ring. I wasn't special. Now I'm special. And I think I'm gonna be happy. What do you think I should doOOOOO?" she asked with an exaggerated moo.
He led her into the barn and sat her down. Her oversized tits were now monstrous like enormous jugs stretching at the seams, each one twice the size of her head and weighing her down. He placed a milk jar in front of her just in time. Milk shot out of her engorged nipples. She moaned as she pulled at it.
"Mmmm, yes, yes, milk me, nnng, fuck, mmmmMMOOOOOOOOOOO."
Caleb looked at her with adoration then turned away.
"You seem happy. I think you should stay. Enjoy this life."
He stopped when he stopped hearing the milk enter the jar. He went to get another one, but when he turned he found Melody with her own teat in her mouth.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She stopped sucking at her own breast long enough to answer him.
"It just tastes so yummy. I make such delicious milk."
"We don't know how that's going to affect your body though."
As if on cue, four pink nubs began inching their way out from between her thick thighs. She groaned and mooed as four teats emerged from her and grew ever longer. Eventually, an entire udder had grown from her skin and sat right on her lower stomach.
"Yes, we dooOOOOOOO. I'm gonna have more titties for making milk," she said as she continued to leak milk from her breasts.
Caleb looked astonished. She was more cow than woman now. He should call Celestia, right? Make sure this is normal.
"Where are you-OOOO going?"
Melody heaved herself up, her leaky tits and udder jostling as she moved towards Caleb. Her hips swayed as she sauntered to him.
"I was going to..."
She leaned up against him, her massive breasts encasing his torso.
"Thank you for milking mee-OOOOO. It felt so good. You are taking such good care of me."
"Melody, are you feeling okay?"
"No, I need to be released."
He looked down at her leaky udders.
"I see that."
Her face was still contorting with the addition of more milk. Her nose became light and pink while also growing out from her face. A muzzle grew from her face.
"I'm in heat and I need to be plowed," she said as she turned around for Caleb to see.
Her ass loomed huge and wide in the space between them. Her breasts squished into the barn door while her udder dripped from below.
"Isn't it your job toOOOOO take care of the animals?"
Caleb approached her carefully. He massaged her hips. He caressed her thighs.
He undid his pants and took care of her. He rammed her flush thick pussy and took care of her aching needs right there in the hay. She screamed and moaned and mooed for him.
Her head collapsed from the bliss. She couldn't think any thought but 'moo'. No longer was she a city woman overwhelmed by the craziness of life. Now she was a cow. At peace with her simple life. She took her fucking and collapsed in satisfaction.
Caleb left her there soaking in her own juices and milk. This was a different type of farming than he was used to.
Melody and Caleb got used to their routine. She'd grow huge with milk then he'd give her the release she needed. Then he'd fuck her if she was wanting it. He took care of her every need.
Milk production soared. The tastiest milk anyone could want and only with minor magical side effects. They went away after a couple days. But not for Melody. She drank so much of her own milk, she was constantly a cow. Every once in a while, she'd have a little less. She'd get thinner, her udder and muzzle would go away, and she could even slip into the city to reminisce and see friends. But she longed to get back to her farm.
That summer, she spent most of her time lounging in the sun. She enjoyed the ease and quiet of every day. She'd gotten very tan from lying outside for hours at a time.
Soon Caleb came to visit her. She was already leaking through her tiny cow print bra when he came to the barn and found her very much in her cow form.
"Finally. I've been needing release. MOOOOomma's aching for the farmer."
"Okay, but we need to be quick. There's a new arrival. The farm is expanding product line. You're going to have a barn-mate."
Part 2 out soon!