(Various Cow TFs)
“What do you mean I didn’t get the part? " a young busty strawberry blond woman wearing a pink crop top and all too short shorts shouted over the phone as she walked down the street, drawing all eyes on her. She grumbled as she glared at the people staring at her sudden outburst, and they quickly turned away. “Just stay there. I am heading to the office right now,” she growled, hanging up the phone, and storming away furious.
The woman stood outside a large office building and grumbled as she entered and went straight for the agency she worked for. She was an up-and-coming actress, well, at least according to her. Without hesitation, she stormed to her agent's office, flinging open the door. A sharp-dressed man turned to look at her and sighed.
“Oh, you’re here already….” he spoke with a tinge of annoyance hanging off of each word. He took a seat at his desk and motioned the girl to sit across from him. “I was hoping that would have had a few more minutes of peace before you came barging in here, Mary Ann.”
Mary Anne took a seat and crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. “I thought you said I was going to get that part. Do you know how much I had riding on this?”
The man sighed and caressed his forehead with his fingers then looked at her. “I told you that you might get that part. To be honest I didn’t tell you that you were unlikely to get it because I didn’t want to deal with your meltdown. Listen kid, you are still young blood. You got the looks, but being honest that is pretty much it. Your acting is so-so and we constantly get complaints that you are difficult to work with. Getting a part on a show as big as that one, was a pipe dream for you.”
“What the hell!” Mary Ann shouted standing up from her seat and shouting in his face. “Quiet your bull shit, you know I would have been perfect for the role!”
“Hey, don’t bite the hand that feeds you kid.” he snapped back. “You have only had small roles in ads, you aren’t ready to be a main character on TV.”
“Like you said, small roles in ads.” she scoffed. “I am wasting my time and talent doing them, think about it just standing there telling someone to buy some product is barely acting. It is your job to get me a real gig!”
Her agent frowned, then a sly grin crept onto his face. “Look kid, it is your job to act and make you, me, and the agency money. And truth be told if you don’t turn your act around we might have to drop you.”
“Drop me!” she gasped recoiling in horror.
“Listen I have another job lined up for you, one that is easy and pays well. You do well, make all of us money, and we don’t drop you. Easy right?”
“If you say it is another ad I am walking out that door.” she scoffed once more rolling her eyes.
“You didn’t let me finish. So just sit down and listen to everything I have to say” he smiled as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s a series of ads.” Mary Ann’s manager glared at her as she contemplated leaving on the spot. “It’s for a big company, and their ad style is more like mini episodes. And you would be one of the star characters.”
“What company?” she acted disinterested in acting in yet another ad, but figured that maybe the money was worth it.
“Mage-Farms a subsidiary of Mage-Tec. I bet you heard of them?” he smiled at her. “Honestly who hasn’t at that point?”
“Mage-Tec!” she gasped her eyes lighting you, “Wait you can’t be serious you got me a job for one of their ads!” then she paused and sunk back into her seat with a skeptical look. “The company that leads the transformation business? What is the job? Don’t think I haven’t seen their ads of living sex dolls, people turned into objects, or other weird things.”
“It's for a new restaurant chain like I said Mage-Farms. They handed the food side of the company.” he carefully explained. “The restaurants under Mage-Farms offer temporary transformations for their normal food, I mean while there is a market for turning into a busty woman after eating a burger being stuck like that would drive away a lot of customers.”
“So eat some food, grow cat ears or something for a few hours, and act?” she responded. “Nothing permanent you hear me.”
“Something like that,” he smiled back, “The contract says that permanent transformation is optional but it would guarantee an extended contract with them.”
“I will pass on that part,” she winced a bit at the thought of being permanently transformed for an ad and playing whatever she turned into for the rest of her life. “So what is the gig?”
“Southern Bell waitress for a place called the Milk Barn or something like that. Basically, they are going to sell their special dairy products and whatnot.” he shrugged.
“So, let me guess I am going to become a cowgirl?” she winced a bit.
“Well, you do already have impressive utters,” he said jokingly.
Mary Ann rolled her eyes and sighed. “My tits huh? Fine, I will take the job. But I am only doing this for the money and hopefully recognition.” she got up and made her way out annoyed that she agreed to take the job but knew she had no other choice.
“That is fine by me Mary Ann.” her agent grinned behind her back. As he left he picked up his phone and looked at the girl’s file chuckling to himself. “Hey, I got you a new cow. Don’t worry she agree to it. Yeah, everything is in order. Don’t worry if your new restaurant does well we all win. I can’t wait to see her on-screen too….”
A few weeks later Mary Ann arrived at a strange building, it was strangely plain. A boring glass skyscraper in the middle of the city, it being one of the tallest ones was probably the only thing about it that stood out. She was kind of disappointed as she expected something magical and whimsical, it was the office of the entertainment division of Mage-Tec after all their entire thing was turning the mundane into the fantastical, especially the entertainment division. Mary Ann stepped inside and was still disappointed, once again it was a pretty standard-looking office lobby. What stood out was the décor leaning into the more lewd with statues of men, women, and other creatures posed in various strange ways each one clearly designed with a more risque appeal to them. Posters for their various shows range from cooking shows that used people as the ingredients (it isn’t what it sounds like), fashion shows where the contestants became the clothes, game shows where the loser is transformed, and even shows that didn’t necessarily involve transformations but had transformed actors like a sitcom set in space with all to and completely real “aliens” and even cartoons which Mary Ann still struggled to figure out how they worked.
Mary Ann took in the décor wondering where they would put her face in the lobby someday. She bumped into someone as she stared off trying to find a perfect spot for her poster. “Sorry!” she gasped, then she saw her and her eyes went wide and she gasped again.
In front of her was an anime girl a real anime girl. Not an actor dressed as a character but a drawing from the TV come to life and standing in front of her. She looked like a typical anime schoolgirl with the type exaggerated proportions and style. Mary Ann recognized her, she was a supporting character in this new anime magical girl she heard about. Mary Ann was speechless as she looked at the drawing of the girl with strangely normal non-drawn clothes on her.
“Oh, this must be your first time here,” she spoke in Japanese with subtitles appearing in front of her, she wined creating a little cartoon star and a ding sound effect. “Pretty cool right?” she grinned her face changing into a stylized exaggerated version of it. “I guess you are looking for the front desk, she is over there.” she pointed to a large picture of a minimalist rubber hose secretary on the far wall. The anime girl waved goodbye and walked off.
Mary Ann couldn’t help but to double-check what she just saw. On a second look, the girl looked just as 2D was before, with her strangely normal 3D clothes over her cartoon body. Mary Ann slowly approached the picture of a rubber hose woman.
“Hello there!” the poster leapt to life and spoke to her.
“Augh, you can talk!” Mary Ann gasped.
“Why of course I can, why won’t I?” she laughed. “I mean we aren’t in Kansas anymore.”
“Fair point…” she sighed.
“So what is your name miss?” the secretary said pulling a desk with an old computer out behind her.
“Mary Ann May,” she responded, “I am here to do an ad.”
“Ah, our final cowgirl has finally joined the herd!” she cheered. “Down the hall, up the elevator to floor 54, and then in room 20. Got it?”
“Yes, thank you.” she nodded still processing the sight of the strange animated picture. The secretary waved goodbye before shoving the desk off-screen and returning to her motionless position. Mary Ann took a second look before making her way through the office towards the recording studio. After a while Mary Ann found her way to the studio and outside of the room was a large poster with a picture of a cartoon cow holding a milk bottle and the words, “The Milk Barn” written in large bubbly letters across the top. She took a second look at the poster slightly regretting taking this job but pushed aside her annoyance of having to do another ad let alone one for a cow-themed restaurant. She took a long breath forcing herself to regain her professionalism and opened the door.
It was a pretty typical studio something that she was used to working ad after ad, but it was the set that made her feel at odds. The front of the set was a façade of a farm yard completely with a big red barn that opened up into a set of bright pink farm-themed café. Mary Ann slowly walked around as she took in the studio, the film crew was odd, to say the least. After taking the job she did a little digging into Mage-Tec and unsurprisingly they were the biggest hirer for transformed people, so Mary Ann did expect to see people who looked out of the norm, anthros, people with extra or missing body parts, people with over-the-top proportions, people that weren’t people at all, and she swore that cameras and other equipment were people or once people. But she didn’t expect this many, she swore she was the only normal human in the room.
“Hey, what are you doing back here?” a woman called out to Mary Ann causing her to jump.
“Oh, my name is Mary Ann.” she turned around and responded being taken back a bit by the blow-up sex doll wearing a too-tight shirt that said director on it was standing in front of her. The sex doll looked puzzled. “You know Mary Ann, I am one of the stars in this ad.” The doll motioned over to the cat girl who flipped through a clipboard and showed it to the director. Mary Ann rolled her eyes.
“Oh, you are the Southern Bell, finally we were worried you wouldn’t make it.” she sighed. “Follow me, we need to get you to the changing room.”
“What about the script?” Mary Ann asked as she followed the blow-up director. “Normally I am given a script in advance, but I haven’t gotten one yet. And now that I think about it, all that I know is that I am playing some kind of Southern Bell character.”
“Oh, didn’t we send you a script?” she paused to ask then brushed it off. “Anyway it doesn’t matter, call it movie magic but you will fit into your character just fine.”
“Great magic…”
“Oh, don’t worry everything is as it was stated in your contract, and the product has been well tested as it will be rolled out shortly. So there shouldn’t be any accidents.”
“That is reassuring?” she rolled her eyes. The two walked into a room and passed by a group of cow girls, and by cow girls, they were varying levels of half cow half girl. All had cow ears and a tail with massive breasts, but some had udders, multiple breasts, and some with hooves, there was even a cow centaur and even a couple of anthro cows. “Don’t tell me I am going to look like that?” she winced.
“Oh don’t worry they are just some background extras either some cow employees or some taken from the farm.” the director said reassuringly, which didn’t help Mary Ann that much.
“From the farm? Never mind I don’t want to know…”
“Oh, here you are.” she pointed her mit hand at a door. “Your co-stars are in here, you have a few minutes before we need you in costume so try and get to know them.”
Mary Ann nodded and went through the door and found two other young women. One was a cute brunette who was nervously fidgeting the other was a professional-looking woman with darker skin. The two stared at Mary Ann as she entered the room and took a seat across from them, it was definitely a mishmash of characters and what she assumed was skill. The brunette looked to be your typical innocent type as well as fresh blood, Mary Ann was the poster girl for your blond bombshell with decent enough experience that she had some credibility, the dark-skinned woman seemed to be the typical serious type and appeared to be the oldest either nearing her thirties or being in her early thirties. The trio sat in silence for a while.
“What is your name?” the dark-skinned woman said looking up at Mary Ann. “I haven’t seen your face before.”
“Mary Ann May.” she quickly responded hiding her annoyance that the woman didn’t recognize her. “What is your name? I don’t think I have seen you either?” she said with a fake smile trying to hide her subtle passive-aggressive tone.
“Rena Deacon,” she calmly spoke ignoring Mary Ann’s tone.
“Holy shit!” Mary Ann gasped as her eyes became wide leaning forward and nearly falling out of her chair. “You're that famous voice actress! No wonder I didn’t recognize you. Why are you taking a job like this? This crap is way above your pay grade”
“I didn’t expect you to.” she chuckled, “As you said I am mainly a voice actress, but I was interested in a career change. I want to be something cute for my daughter to see both on TV and in person.”
Mary Ann rolled her eyes and sat back, then looked at the shy girl. “And you are?”
“Lorayne Tennison,” she softly muttered. “You probably don’t recognize me this is my big break after all.”
Mary Ann looked at the two confused. Rena was a talented voice actress but she hadn’t done any acting on stage so Mary Ann was a bit concerned if she could pull off live acting. And Lorayne just admitted that this was her big break which wasn’t reassuring. Which meant that Mary Ann was the most skilled out of the three and that wasn’t her building herself up. Even with her over-inflated ego about her skills as an actress, she was worried that she couldn’t carry the other two. And even worse she assumed that Lorayne was playing the lead, the girl with the least experience as the star. Once again Mary Ann wasn’t going on an ego trip when she tried to figure out why she wasn’t the star, she could already tell that this was going to be a disaster. With how hard her agent pushed this gig, she figured it was his way of taking her out of the agency. The door opened and Mary Ann dreaded what was going to come next as the sex doll director stepped in.
“Alright, girls it is time to get into character,” she said to them as three other women dressed in white latex outfits with a pink stripe running down the side followed her in. “Before we start I want you all to drink this, after all, you should be familiar with the product you will be selling.”
The girls handed the three actresses bottles of milk with a pink label of a smiling cow on it. Lorayne was handed a bottle of plain white milk, Rena chocolate milk, and Mary Ann strawberry milk. The three women looked at each other and shrugged and drank the entire bottle.
“Wow, this is so good!” Lorayne cheered her face lighting up for the first time when Mary Ann saw her.
“Yeah, this is incredible!” Rena smiled,
Mary Ann looked at the empty bottle, they were right. Her milk was the perfect creamy blend between the sweetness of strawberry and the rich cool milk. It was the best milk she had ever drank. She already planned to see if she could get more of it if she agreed to do more ads or whatever. She smiled just thinking about drinking more of the wonderful milk.
“Alright girls into your changing rooms,” the director spoke and motioned to three doors each with a name above them, “Lorayne, your Bessie, Mary Ann you are Rosabelle, and Rena you are Sheriff Hazel. And these women are going to go with you to help you out with your costumes and such, don’t worry they have seen plenty of people naked before.”
Mary Ann sighed as she went through her door followed by one of the girls clad in latex. As she approached her door she felt strangely bloated, but ignored it figuring that it was just her nerves knowing that she had to carry this ad for the sake of her career. It was a strange dressing room for sure, the chair was noticeably big and wide and there was a strange tank on the other side of the room. Mary Ann assumed the chair was to accommodate larger-sized people as it most likely wasn’t common for people with ridiculous proportions to use it.
“Would you mind undressing Rosabelle?” the assistant said with a smile.
“Sure… and just call me Mary Ann or just Mary, I may be playing a character with a cringy name like Rosabelle but that is not my name.” she slid off her top, kicked off her shoes then went to slide down her pants. But she strangely felt some resistance as they were oddly snug around her rear and thighs. But after a bit of effort, she got them off. “There,” she blushed putting her clothes aside, “So what am I wearing?”
“And your underwear Rosabelle.”
“My under-” Mary Ann gasped then paused blushing and stripping her bra and pushing her oddly tight panties down. “There are you happy, get a good look while you can,” she grumbled. “And I told you not to call me that.”
“Thank you, now please wait.”
“Please wait?” she frowned confused about something. “Wait for what?”
“Your transformation of course.”
“Oh, that…” she wince, “So what are you doing to me again?”
“Oh, you signed the contract you should know.”
“Huh?”
“Oh it is already starting, look.”
The woman pointed to Mary Ann’s belly which was slightly puffier.
“Huh!” she gasped squeezing her small gut. “Wait, what the hell!” Before her eyes, Mary Ann’sbelly starts to swell puffing up more and more by the second as she panics. The once hardly noticeable puff of fat quickly balloons into a notable gut. “W-why am I becoming fat!” she gasped in horror as her perfect hourglass figure slowly faded away.
“There, there this is all part of the process,” the woman said in an oddly calming voice as if she had seen something like this countless times before to the point it was mundane. “Plus being plus-sized especially magically isn’t a bad thing, I find it quite cute.” She put her hands on Mary Ann’s fattening belly and started to caress it, causing the girl to gasp and blush “In my experience this helps the process feel much better so to say.”
Mary Ann was helpless to watch her belly, butt, and hips fatten up in a mix of comfort, embarrassment, and a strange arousal. The growth in her belly didn’t stop in fact it spread fattening up the rest of her as well as her limbs thickening out and most noticeable of all her breasts ballooned out growing out from their already impressive size to being ridiculously puffy orbs. It was mere minutes before the once perfectly hourglass-shaped woman was now perfectly pair shaped with a large pronounced belly complete with perfectly fatty thighs, butt, and breasts. Mary Ann couldn’t help but feel awkward looking at her reflection It was strange she felt like she should be disgusted by her size tripling but all of the fat was in the right places making her oddly cute all bloated like this making her look like an overstuffed plush rather than the ball of lard she feared she would become.
“There,” the woman smiled as she pulled her hands away from Mary Ann’s bloated belly. “How do you feel all filled up?”
Mary Ann blushed not knowing how to answer but also wishing the woman didn’t stop rubbing her belly. She squeezed her fattened belly which noticeably stuck out from her her sausage fingers sinking into her squishy flesh. She gasped a bit feeling a bit of pleasure from them. She squeezed her plump breasts which grew to be at least double Hs next softly moaning as her fingers sank into her flesh. Then her even larger rear which got the same result.
“Hard to say right?” the woman smiled batting Mary Ann’s belly causing it to jiggle and her to moan. “Don’t worry that is a normal reaction to a sudden transformation like this. So try to relax as your next changes commence.”
Mary gasped as she heard that there was more coming before she could protest she grunted as her feet snapped bones popping and cracking, yet it strangely didn’t hurt. She looked down and watched her feet folded up and turned into large pink hooves. Light pink fur crept up her thick legs with the occasional large dark pink spot mixed in. As the fur reached her crouch she moaned as she felt something grow from belly her belly. She put her hands down there as she felt soft spongy skin bulge out and expand pushing her hands back. It was hard to see what was happening because of her belly but shortly she saw a large pink budge poke out, then four fleshy things poke out. Teats, she now had an udder. Mary Ann was overwhelmed by her new addition it felt so ungodly good and yet so strange, and she couldn’t help but spray out pink sweet smelling milk. Milk, she was turning into a real cow girl. The fur crept up her body and when it reached her butt a long cow tail with a dark pink fur tip grow above it. The fur crept up her hands crushing them into pink hooves like her feet but, they were much more flexible like hard mittens. The fur crept up her neck and Mary Ann tried to move her head away like that would have helped her avoid her fate. Her hair was the first to change turning a shade of pink and growing out into long neat curls. Her ears were next turning into cow ears and a pair of pink horns shortly followed. Then she scrunched her face knowing and fearing what was coming next, her face pushed out turning into a cow’s muzzle.
Mary Ann looked at in reflection in shock. She was now a bright pink fat anthropomorphic cow. She couldn't help but like it, despite how much she loved her normal human look as a busty blond bombshell who would turn any passerby’s head. A perfect body that women dreamed to have and men dreamed of. She couldn’t lie she looked absolutely adorable as a pink cow. Her curves were in all of the right places making her perfectly round and squishable while keeping that sex appeal. While she didn’t have a thing for anthros she found herself quite cute with her new face.
“I see you are liking your new self, Rosabelle.” I am glad, the woman join in admiring Mary Ann’s new body. “You look adorable just what we were looking for.”
“I guess?” she muttered blushing from the embarrassment somehow making herself look even cutter. “How long does this last?”
“Oh, sorry but it is permanent.” the woman hesitantly answered. “It said so in your contract, didn’t you read it?”
“Wait, what the hell!” she gasped in horror at the revelation. “I read the contract, a bit but I am sure that it said nothing about this being permanent!”
The woman walked over to a cabinet pulled out a laminated piece of paper and showed it to Mary Ann. “ Don’t worry we keep our client's contracts on hand in case of situations like this. Right, hear outlines your transformation, and how you are signing over your likeness and body to us for commercial use. And down here is your name.”
Mary Ann looked at the contract, and that was her name in her handwriting. But she was sure that the contract didn’t say all of that about the transformation being permanent. “Can you change me back?” she muttered frightened. I swear to God I didn’t sign this!”
“Sorry, ma’am it is already too late to turn back now, due to the nature of your transformation combining three different ones all at once into a single adorable package as well as your soon-to-be unique genetics it will be quite difficult to change you back even a single set, let alone being human again without unexpected incidents.”
“W-what do you mean, you can’t do this to me!”
“Sorry ma’am but you signed that contract, so legally we have done nothing wrong,” she frowned and spoke in a corporate way. “But after the shoot, we can figure everything out, and depending on the results you will receive a hefty compensation if we find anything amiss. If there is any error on our end I am truthfully sorry, but we should be moving on to your next phase.”
“Fine, fine…” Mary Ann grumbled knowing that she couldn't get out of this one she was now a fat cow, but a cute one at least. She figured she would get used to being like this, and hey maybe she could at least do kiddie stuff with this body, there would surely be a market for it. “But after this is over I would like to talk to my lawyer.”
“Understandable ma’am,” the woman nodded as she approached the chair. “Could you please hold still as I start the next procedure?”
“Next procedure?” she groaned as she crossed her hooved arms over her hefty belly. “What else are you planning on doing to me?” She felt the woman’s hands reach for her but, then she heard a pop and felt a weird tingling from her rear. “Hey what the hell are you doing to me!” she gasped, then she started to feel lethargic. “What is happening…” then plop, it felt like something was shoved into the side of her butt. She looked behind her and saw a hose attached to a large opened cap on the side of her rear. “W-what the hell…?” she sleepily muttered. “A hose?” she weakly grunted as her eyes started to become heavy. She looked at where the cap was inserted and her light pink fur started to become glossy and a bit pale. Mary Ann had to fight to keep her eyes open as her next transformation started.
“Just relax, this is all part of the procedure.” the woman smiled pushing Mary Ann back into her seat.
Mary Ann couldn’t fight whatever was happening if she tried, her body started to feel lighter as if all of her newly gained weight vanished from her but left her puffy shape the same. But despite this new lightness, her body was strangely heavy as her limbs became harder to move. She gasped a bit as the paleness spread to her belly washing over it and spreading the weird sensation to it. She rested her hand on her round belly and winced as her hooves sank into her belly, it wasn’t like the previous squishiness she felt before but like her belly was hollow. Hollow, the word hollow struck a chord with her, she looked at her changing body. Her arm’s shape was changing like it was crumbling in on itself. She pressed her other hoove on it and pushed some of the thickness out of her arm flattened. She was too tired to fully process what was happening, but she just lay back as her body deflated like a balloon.
“Phase one is finished.” The woman said as she pulled the hose from Mary Ann. “This might tickle a bit.” she smiled pulling a leaver on the chair causing it to fully lean back like a dentist's chair.
The woman grabbed what looked like a large rolling pin and pressed it on Mary Ann’s flattened feet, then carefully ran it up her body making sure to roll the air out so she was completely flat. Mary Ann couldn’t help but vacantly moan from the pleasure of the rolling pin squishing her, especially her butt, boobs, and most notably her sensitive udders. Her mind started to drift and become hazy due to her airless flattened state. Mary Ann was in utter bliss, it was hard to focus on anything besides the air being pressed out of her. She was in a hazy heaven where her worries, anxiety, and all other negative emotions were pressed out of her. Her mind was so blissful and ignorant even she didn’t realize that the woman stopped pushing the air out of her plugged in another hose and raised the seat back up.
Mary Ann felt a cold sensation start to fill her, she couldn’t help but moan, coo, and moo as the cool feeling spread across her lower body. She mooed deep in heat as the pleasurable cool sensation filled up her lower body. As the feeling grew and grew in her lower body the lightness quickly faded away with a semi-familiar feeling of heaviness reminiscent of when she was recently fattened up. She could move her legs again and heard squeaks and sloshing sounds as she moved them. Mary Ann built up the energy to open her eyes and gasped as she saw her lower body.
She was an inflatable, no longer flesh and fur but rubber-printed to mimic fur completely with seams along her arms, legs, and joints. She was a weird cow inflatable, and the strangest part was that her light pink fur was now transparent letting her and everyone else witness what was going to fill her, strawberry milk.
“Looks like you finally came to.” the woman giggled as she increased the milk flow.
“I’m am a cow inflatable filled with milk…?” Mary Ann cooed trying to hold back the rush of cool creamy pressure flooding her lower body.
“Exactly, Rosabelle.” the woman nodded. Mary Ann was about to correct the woman on her name, but for some reason, she suddenly no longer wanted to and liked the ring of Rosabelle. “Your body is going to the final stages of your transformation into what we call our Inflatable Milk Maid. Long story short you are now becoming an inflatable that magically churns and produces milk, strawberry milk in particular.”
“W-wait so that stuff I drank?” she mooed as her body started to fill up to her udder filling it out. The pleasure from her inflating udder was too great that she didn’t even notice her pussy and anus smooth over with rubber into nonexistence. “I’m going to be filled with it and making it…?” she said a bit unsure of how to feel. On the one hand, the milk tasted so good that she wouldn’t mind being full of it and it felt even better to have it fill her, on the other hand, she was further from human than she ever was before and wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“Yes, Rosabelle.” the woman nodded and began to explain. “You and well let's call them your sisters produce your milk with a special kind of milky mitosis constantly producing more and churning it into ‘normal’ milk until you are filled to the brim. But if you milk yourself too much you are going to need quick refill like you are getting now.”
“Okay…” she muttered a bit unsure of how to feel. All Mary Ann or Rosabelle she didn’t mind either name could do was try and hold herself together as the cool creamy strawberry milk filled her up. As it got to her belly she couldn’t help herself and moo out moans as her belly filled up back to its large bloated size. Rosabelle couldn’t help but giggle and blush as she looked at her taut belly with pink creamy liquid swilling around it. She couldn’t resist rubbing her hooves across it squeaking as rubber touched rubber. She felt so full and so good. The woman walked up to her and motioned asking if she could rubber Rosabelle’s belly as well. Rosabelle smiled and nodded. She cooed as her belly was rubbed simulating her as the milk sloughed around. Rosabelle couldn’t help but giggle as more milk filled up her body moving further up her torso till it reached her deflated breasts quickly filling them up with cool creamy liquid. She moaned as she groped her gravity-defying milk-filled tits as milk dripped out of them. Then suddenly her nipples changed into plugs.
“It makes it easier to fill drinks,” the woman cooed up capping one causing a stream of milk. “We are special attachments for that.” She winked. “And don’t forget your teats.” she moaned stroking Rosabelle’s teat like a cock until pink creamy liquid sputtered from it causing the bloating bovine balloon to moan.
The milk slowly reached Rosabelle’s head turning her mouth into a permanent printed-on smile with exaggerated lipstick and eyes printed on as well. As her head filled to the brim with strawberry milk her thoughts began to change to better reflect her new character as a dainty Southern Bell. Life on the farm cooking and taking care of the calves filled her head. While Mary Ann remained, the character of Rosabelle willingly overtook her turning the foul-tempered and overly arrogant actress become an embarrassing afterthought to the Southern Bell. Rosabelle was filled to the brim with her special strawberry milk, and couldn’t feel better.
“There you go Rosabelle nice and full.” the woman smiled patting Rosabelle’s round milk-filled belly then turning off the hose and removing it. “How do you feel?”
Rosabelle slowly got up finding it to be a bit difficult due to her heft, but there was nothing wrong with being a hefty heifer. She giggled a bit as her perfectly squishy belly sloughed around even from the slightest of movements. She held her belly like a pregnant woman and rubbed it cooing. "Well, moo-licious me, darlin'! I feel absolutely moo-velous, better than a catfish in a cream puddle, I surely do!"
“Looks like your new personality has already kicked in.” the woman snickered. “So tell me about yourself. Rosabelle?”
"Well, moo my stars, sugar! I am just the sweetest lil' ol' cow y'all ever did meet, always whippin' up the most dee-lishus pies and cakes—’specially for my precious friends, who I simply adore! Why, there ain't nothin' I love more than hostin' the fanciest moo-velous tea parties this side of the pasture, with my best china, a big ol' spread of biscuits, and a touch o' gossip. And don’t y’all forget about my moo-sic—why, I can pluck a banjo like no other cow this side o' the Mason-Dixon!" Rosabelle declared proudly.
“Sounds good, now all that is left is to get you dressed.” the woman said trying to hold back her laughter at the massive milk-filled cow over-the-top caricature of a Southern Bell. Rosabelle didn’t mind one bit, in fact, she enjoyed it. It made the woman happy and that is what mattered most to Rosabelle. The woman walked over to a wardrobe and pulled out an oversized pink frilly Southern Bell dress. “Mind if I help you, Rosabelle. You aren’t the most mobile when you are filled.”
"Why, moo mercy, darlin’! Thank ya kindly—bless your heart, not everybody’s willin’ to lend a hoof to a big ol’ gal like me. Y’all are sweeter than fresh cream on a hot summer day!” Rosabelle mooed. The woman helped Rosabelle into her outfit it was perfectly fit for her rotund body hugging every curve exquisitely. Her breasts were tucked in her dress tightly but exposed enough that she could easily show them off and more importantly whip them out for a quick refill. And her udder was tastefully hidden away behind the ruffles of her skirt so she had to hike it up to whip her girl out. “Well, moo-hee-hee, sugar, how do I look? Be honest now—does this dress make me look as big as a prize heifer at the county fair, or am I just as moo-velous as ever?" Rosabelle laughed giving her dress a little twill sloshing her milk-filled belly and udder about.
“Perfect, even better than I expected.” the woman blushed as she looked over the large squishy pink Southern Bell inflatable cow full of pink milk. She was unable to take her eyes off the sight in front of her, and Rosabelle knew it.
“Well, thank ya kindly for bein’ so sweet and lendin’ me a hoof, sugar! You’re just the cream in my coffee, and I do declare, you deserve a lil’ somethin’ special. Why, it’s the least this big ol’ moo-ma’am could do for ya!" Rosabelle hiked up her skirt exposing her fat squishy udder.
The woman contemplated if she should take her milk or not, knowing full well what Rosabelle could and most likely do to her. But caution or sense be damned, she just watched a blond bombshell turn into a massive cute inflatable cow filled with milk and it turned her on like nothing else. If she was going to go out working at this crazy place, why the hell not go out to the sexy fat cow balloon’s milk? She dove onto one of Rosabelle’s teats and began suckling. The cow moaned as the hungry woman sucked on her demanding to be fed. And who was Rosabelle to deny her? A large rush of creamy goodness rushed into the woman’s mouth and flowed through her like a fire hose straight into the woman’s belly. She watched with eager eyes her she fattened up losing her figure and stretching her latex suit, this was Rosabelle's little thank you to her for making her so big. She pulled back moaning which quickly shifted into a moo. A pair of pink cow ears and horns grew from her head and a tail above her butt which was trapped by her outfit. Her hair grew out becoming softer with pink streaks. She cupped her tits as she mooed in heat as they started to expand filling with milk. Rosabelle giggled as she noticed an extra set of mounds growing beneath them. The woman winced as her hands and feet lengthened and crumpled into hooves breaking free of what was meant to be a protective suit. The woman’s assets kept growing to the point her ass tore her suit open freeing her now happy tail. She fell to her knees and rubbed her four tits with her hooves. Then the milk-filled orbs tore open her suit jiggling free. They kept growing to titanic sizes as large double Is taking up most of her front. Due to their weight, she was forced on all fours like a proper cow. She lewdly moaned all of her tits lactating pink milk and cumming pink girly juices. The new cow lay vacantly sprawled out on the floor in a puddle of her own milk exhaustly mooing. She regretted nothing, losing her intelligence and becoming a brain-dead cow girl only good for milking and breeding was something she would never regret.
"Oh, moo my stars, look at you, sugarplum! You came out just moo-velously, didn’t ya?" she giggled, batting her lashes and giving the cow a playful pat on the head. "Don’t you worry, darlin’, I’ll make sure you’ve got the fanciest spot on this here farm—with a whole herd of handsome bulls just a-moo-in’ over ya!" the new cow happily mooed.
Rosabelle left the changing room and spotted her new sisters also leaving their rooms with mooing coming from them. Bessie the farm girl, was slimmer than Rosabelle but still very squishy and filled with white milk. She wore a pair of overalls buttons on her crotch for easy access to her udders and a baby blue final shirt with a pink bandana around her neck. She looked at the two with a playful smirk. Sheriff Hazel, who was filled with chocolate milk and wore a typical cowgirl outfit, looked very cute and the least threatening due to her rounded and squishy body. She tipped her hat and smiled.
"Well, moo-hee-hee, lookin’ absolutely moo-velous, my favorite farmer Bessie! And a big ol’ howdy to you, Sheriff Haze, my dearest cowgirl! Why, y’all are just as big, squishy, and delightfully sloshy as lil’ ol’ me—I declare, we’re the finest herd this side of the pasture!" Rosabelle laughed as she approached the pair.
"Well, moo my goodness, Rosabelle, you look downright moo-velous! And Sheriff Haze, just look at you, all round and squishy—I can hardly believe y’all are the same gals I met just a few minutes ago! Then again, I reckon I could say the same ’bout lil’ ol’ me. Who’da thunk I could fill a role like this? But here I am, lookin’ moo-tacular if I do say so myself!" Bessie cheered wrapping her thick arms around the pair.
"Well, moo-wee, I reckon we all turned out better’n a fresh pie on Sunday, didn’t we? I can’t hardly wait for my lil’ girl to see her mama on the TV—big, round, and squishy as can be! She’s gonna love me like a calf loves clover, I just know it!" Sheriff Haze tipped her hat and grinned.
The inflated cow girls laughed together overjoyed by the new over-the-top characters they had become. Rosabelle the dainty southern bell, Bessie the happy-go-lucky farm girl, and Sheriff Haze the kind-hearted sheriff. The three girls never felt better in their lives and were more than welcoming their new ones as mascots.
“My, you all turned out lovely.” the doll director cooed as she entered the room.
“Thank ya kindly! We turned out so much better’n we ever expected, didn’t we? I mean, who’d’ve thunk we’d end up as these big ol’, moo-velously massive inflatable cows just plum full o’ milk? It’s udderly amazin’, I tell ya!" Bessie waddled over to her as fast as her sloshing body could move and shook the woman’s hand.
“Now, girls you can all get more familiar with your bodies and your co-stars' bodies after the shoot.” the director exclaimed. “I doubt you girls need to rehearse. Just say and do whatever comes naturally.”
"Got it, Director, moo-hmm! Now that I’m thinkin’ ’bout it, these here lines feel like second nature to me—why, they don’t even seem like somethin’ out of a script, just the kinda words I’d moo right out on my own!” Sheriff Haze chuckled.” Makes me wish I’d had this knack before—or better yet, that I’d agreed to somethin’ like this a whole lot sooner!”
"Well, moo my goodness, darlin’, I feel the exact same way! Actin’ just comes so natural to me now, it’s hardly even fair to call it actin’—it’s more like just bein’ my own fabulous, moo-velous self!" Rosabelle happily mooed in a sing-song type of way.
“Like I said girls, you can have your fun after the shoot.” the director clapped her mit-like hands barely making any noise but the point still came across.
Bessie was the first to try and leave the room, the with of her massive belly causing her to get stuck in the doorframe. The other two cows laughed and pushed her out comically causing her to plop out and tumble across the floor landing on set with a cartoonish crash. She quickly got up and hobbled over to Sheriff Haze to help her through and the two of them ended up rolling on set. They teamed up to help the largest and widest of the trio Rosabelle once again popping her free and causing the trio to comically fall on set.
The staff cleaned them off and made sure the set was ready, the extras mainly the non-inflatable cow girls were herded on set including the women that the stars kindly transformed as a thank you for their new bodies. The girls got in position and the cameras started rolling. The scene begins with a normal human woman wandering around wishing for something refreshing when suddenly a herd of stampeding cow girls transports her to a farm. Bessie greets her introducing herself and her farm with her cattle. Sheriff Haze comes in after a long day of work and talks about how she needs something cool and refreshing. The woman agrees and the pair open the barn inviting her inside, where they find a bright pink cow-themed café filled with patrons. Rosabelle sets out from behind the counter carrying various dairy products and serving them before greeting the others. She explains that the Milk Barn serves milk and dairy products that were one hundred percent made by cow girls from their farm as well as the employees. She gives Bessie and Sheriff Haze a tall glass of white milk and chocolate milk respectively and they chug it down and happily smile as they take in their drinks. The woman asks about her, the trio of cows asks her what kind of milk she wants, Bessie suggests plain milk, Rosabelle suggests strawberry, and Sheriff Haze suggests chocolate while each girl exposes their udders in order. The woman says that they all sound so good that she can’t decide. So the trio insists on all three. They milk themselves as they fill a single glass with their milk happily mooing the whole time. They simultaneously hand the woman the glass of milk and wait for her to drink it.
She quickly chugs it wipes away the tri-colored milk mustache and happily sighs after the refreshing drink. She tries to thank the trio but a moo interrupts her, she tries again and a louder moo comes out. A pair of cow ears and horns grow from her head followed by a tail. Her butt splits open her pants causing her to moan. Her breasts slowly start to grow from a modest pair into massive melons pushing up her shirt as she feels down her growing assets. When she starts to lactate drenching her shirt and the trio of inflatable cows peel it off exposing her jiggling breasts as milk flows out pooling around the group. She clutches bellow her belly as a bulge forms in front of her crotch then a massive juicy udder pops out of her pants. The trio of inflatable cows help milk her as she starts to moo and milk erupts from her udder spraying the cameral.
“I hope y’all come on down and have a moo-licious!” the trio of inflatable cows cheer together as the cameras stop rolling.
“Moo-wee, you two were absolutely moo-velous! Just wonderful, I tell ya!" Bessie pumped her hoof in the air and cheered.
"Well, moo-wee, you weren't half bad yourself! Hard to believe you were an amateur just a few minutes ago. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you’ve been actin’ your whole life—shoot, you’re a natural, darlin’!" Sheriff Hazel smiled as she nudged Bessie’s side causing her entire body to jiggle sloughing the milk around.
"Well, moo-hee-hee, sugar, we were just moo-velous! A perfect trio of sister inflatable cows, if I do say so myself. We were so great, I’d hardly call it actin’—why, I was just bein’ my good ol’ self! And truth be told, besides advertisn’ the store, I just said what came right from the heart, darlin’!" Rosabelle put her hoof over her hefty chest and smiled. The trio got together and laughed. They helped the woman they just milked get up. She thanked them and the staff brought her a change of clothes and offered her a job working at a Milk Barn which she graciously accepted. Rosabelle notices the director. “I’ll be back in a minute, sisters—just gotta have a lil’ chat with the director, sugar!" the pair nodded as Rosabelle waddled over to the director.
“Hey Rosabelle what’s up,” she nodded quickly motioning to a member of the staff to get ready for the next shoot. “But be quick your next shoot is in a few minutes.
"Well, bless my heart, sugar, you see, I never exactly agreed to this—well, not permanently, anyhow.” She motioned down to her hefty heifer balloon body filled to the brim with milk.” Not that I mind one bit, 'cause I absolutely love bein' like this, moo-hee-hee! In fact, even if you could turn me back, I’d have to kindly decline. “A spoke as a somber look filled her face cute face.” But, darlin’, I do believe my agent might’ve gone and forged my signature on some sorta fake contract or somethin’ like that. I just thought I’d let you know, in case it causes any moo-ves down the line!"
“I see…” the director nodded and motioned someone to come to her. “Well luckily for you, your new look and personality suit you perfectly and you seem to agree. We can’t turn you back but I would hardly call that a problem. But I can talk to the higher-ups about what to do. So run along and get ready for the next shoot.”
"Well, moo-hee-hee, thank you, sugar! While I do absolutely love bein' a hefty, milk-filled inflatable cow—ain't nothin' quite like it, I tell ya—it just wouldn't sit right with me to let my agent get away with what he did to me. No ma'am, I can't let that slide!" she happily mooed and quickly hobbled back to the set eagerly awaiting her next shoot.
After a day of filming ad after ad, it finally came to an end. Bessie and Sheriff Hazel were pulled aside by two women in suits to get their new lives in order due to the drastic nature of their transformation and how they were “technically” Mage-Tec properly now, but in a very loose way. While Rosabelle was taken aside into the changing room.
Standing in the room admiring the remains of a white safety suit with pink gooey spots on it was a woman. She had long flowing and somewhat messy scarlet hair that ended in black tips and was wearing a clean white blouse with a black vest with red trim over it red tie, dress pants, and red high heels. Despite all of the strange characters Rosabelle had seen this woman intrigued her it wasn’t her fox ears or nine fox tails it was her sizes or sizes to be more accurate. Massive breasts and ass were something that Rosabelle had already come to expect but her height. It would be generous to say she was four feet tall at most counting the ears and heels. She turned around with a mischievous smile across her lightly freckled face pushed up her round glasses and winked her crimson fox-like eyes.
“Merlyn Vulpes, at your service,” she said poofing into red smoke then reappearing standing on the chair with an all too smug look for someone who still had to look up at Rosabelle despite now being on the chair. “So you are the new cow balloon thingy, Rosabelle right?” Rosabelle nodded. “So from what I understand your old agent was a dick who tried to get rid of you because you weren’t the best at your job or whatever and got you turned into a cow without your consent,” she spoke in a fake British assent good enough to pass off as one in a non-cringy yet somewhat unintentional cute and endearing kind of way. “Does that sound about right?”
"Well, moo-hee-hee, sugar, I reckon that's one way to put it, ma’am!" Rosabelle responded.
“Aww so cute even in a situation as serious as this you can’t help but say in character!” Merlyn squealed as her large fox-like eyes brightened. She cleared her through and returned to her professional persona like she never left it. “Well we can’t reimburse you, we can’t turn you back, you are loosely defined as our property due to you being a mascot for one of our brands, but we can over you aid and further support in case of any issues you may come across with your new form even mentally. I’m sorry there isn’t much that we can do for you, sadly to put it bluntly you got screwed and from the sound of it you luckily ended up with the long end of the stick.”
"Well, thank ya kindly, Ms. Vulpes, for tryin’, but to be honest, I don’t mind one lil’ bit bein’ like this.” she softly sighed then earnestly smiled. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d love bein’ a giant, strawberry-milk-filled inflatable cow! I reckon I’m downright lucky I was lied to, ’cause if I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t be the cow I am today, nor would I have my sweet sisters or this moo-velous new life. Actin’ with them and bein’ Rosabelle instead of plain ol’ Mary Ann May has been a dream come true. I just wish my old agent could get a taste of justice—Sheriff Hazel style, moo-hee-hee!"
“I am glad everything worked out for you Rosabelle.” Ms. Vulpes smiled. “But when did I say that, your agent wouldn’t receive his fair bit of justice. After all, what he did was VERY illegal.” she scoffed as a furious look flushed over her face. “And with transformations involved, it is like ten times more illegal!” she shouted flailing her arms. She briefly calmed down and adjusted her glasses. “Don’t worry we have a fitting punishment that I think you will find quite enjoyable….”
It only took a month for the Milk Barn to become a household name and it in no small part thanks to the trio of Bessie, Rosabelle, and Sheriff Hazel. The trio of milk-filled inflatable cows instantly became a massive hit with all audiences having both the cute and squishy appeal for the children to latch on to and the more curvy and lewd side for the adults to latch on to as well. Everything was going wonderful for the trio and their new lives as mascots loving their popular ads were which in the talks of becoming a full-blown show and even appearing in the rubber to meet and serve their adoring fans.
But despite finding the stardom that Rosabelle always dreamed of even though it wasn’t how or what she expected, something was constantly eating away at her in the back of her mind. She had her new life, her new sisters, and her success all thanks to her agent. After that fateful day, she quickly realized that he never imagined her or the Milk Barn becoming so successful. He probably thought that it would just end up like dozens of other Mage-Tec products and brands, a niche in certain circles for those who are into whatever strange thing the product turns them into. He was probably crying from laughter thinking about Mary Ann the woman Rosabelle once was as a fat inflatable cow, she was basically sold to Mage-Tec without her knowledge and made that depraved man a fortune. It didn’t sit right with her, and imagining what he might do next was never worse. He got away with it once and made a fortune, who says he wouldn’t do it again? And what if the next victim wasn’t as lucky as she was? Rosabelle hated thinking about it, but she couldn’t help herself but worry. It had been a little over a month and that strange fox lady hadn’t said anything to her about bringing her old agent to justice. She started to wonder if he truly got away with it.
“Rosabelle, what’s got ya lookin’ all troubled? Is somethin’ the matter, sugar?" Bessie smiled as she came up from behind trying to squeeze Rosabelle’s sloshy belly, but her bloated belly and Rosabelle’s bloated butt combined with the cow’s stubby arms made it hard. “You were just moo-velous on set, like always! So what’s got ya lookin’ so sad, sugar?"
“It’s nothin’, Bessie, darlin’, nothin’ at all!" Rosabelle mooed as she placed her hooves on Bessie’s and guided them to her belly to rub it. No matter what she could always count on Bessie’s carefree attitude to cheer her up and put her mind at ease about her situation. “I just have a lil’ somethin’ on my mind, sugar, that’s all!"
“Moo-hmm, still frettin’ ’bout your new body, are ya?” Sheriff Hazel asked putting her hoove on Rosabelle's shoulder, “Well, let me tell ya, I was worried too—thought my lil’ girl wouldn’t know what to make of her mama comin’ home as a big ol’ inflatable cow. It was awkward at first, no doubt about it. But now? She’s happier than a calf in clover! I can barely get her to stop huggin’ me long enough to get to school. So if a cold-faced gal like me can adjust to all this, there ain’t a lick o’ doubt you can too. And don’t you forget—you’ve got me and Bessie here to help ya with whatever ya need, moo-hee-hee!"
“Why, moo-thanks, girls, but that’s not the problem at all! This new body has been nothin’ short of moo-velous! Sure, it was a tad awkward at first, and it took a lil’ time for folks to get used to the new, moo-gnificent me, but I’ll tell ya—everything’s been goin’ just fine, sugar!" she happily mooed. Her sisters began to laugh and she laughed with them. While the idea of her old agent worried her, she had her sisters to cheer her up and remind her how lucky she was.
“Miss Rosabelle.” the doll director called to her.
“Why, moo-yes, darlin’, what is it?"
“Someone has come to see you, they are waiting for you in your dressing room.”
"Well, moo-thank you kindly for lettin’ me know, sugar! I’ll go and see them right away.” her sisters motioned for her to go on and she waddled off to her changed room wondering who had come to visit her. She rarely had visitors, so she had no idea who it could be. She squeezed through the changing room door and plopped on the floor, doors still gave her new body trouble. She looked up and gasped at the person standing over her with a grin on his face.
“Long time no see Mary Ann,” her old agent chuckled finding her current appearance and pose comically sprawled out on the floor like a tipped cow humorous. “You seem to be doing well for yourself. You have made quite the name over the last month.”
"Oh, I’m managin’, sugar! It’s a heap o’ work, no doubt, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t absolutely lovin’ it—and all the little quirks that come with it!” she mooed with a fake smile as she wasn’t too happy to see his face. “Now, could you be a dear and help lil’ ol’ me up?" she grunted as she tried to up her heavy and round body made it hard to stand up after a fall.
“That's nice,” he smiled accidentally letting out a chuckle as he looked at her trying and sit up and reach for something to give her leverage. “Sorry, but I think you are a bit too heavy.”
After a while, Rosabelle got to her feet and dusted herself off. “Well now, what brings you here, sugar? I haven’t seen you since I started workin’ here!"
“I wanted to talk about your contract,” he grinned. “You have made the both of us a lot of money. While I did pull a fast one on you, it seemed to work out for both of us. And you seem to be doing better than ever as well whatever you are.” he motioned to all of Rosabelle’s strange bloated cow body. “And I am still your agent so I want what is best for the both of us, so listen to this both of your costars have essentially given themselves over completely to this place leaving their agencies behind.”
Rosabelle faked a smile not knowing that she could have dumped his contract and knowing that what he was going to say was no good.
“So I was thinking you probably have connections around here so maybe we can work together with your co-stars. A little fox woman offered me quite the deal.”
The fox woman, Rosabelle feared what that strange woman was up to and why she even tried to make a deal with her old agent knowing what he had done.
“You know me well and I know a good opportunity when I see one. So let me be you and your co-stars agent again and I will bring us to the moon! What do you say.”
Truthfully Rosabelle wanted to tell him to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine and kick him out right then and there. But she had a different plan. “"Well, moo-hee-hee, sugar, that sure sounds like an interestin’ proposal! I’ll have to have a lil’ chat with my sisters ’bout it, but I’m sure I can get ’em to agree. After all, you’re the one who made me the moo-gnificent cow I am today!” she mooed with a big smile as she waddled over to a fridge and opened it grabbing two of the many bottles of strawberry milk that lined the shelves. “How ’bout a toast to our future, sugar? And don’t you worry none, this here’s just regular ol’ milk straight from the tap—no transformin’ goin’ on, I promise!"
The agent hesitated to grab the bottle, then the door opened, and the short fox lady Merlyn Vulpes entered the room. “Sorry I am late, working the desk is quite the killer you know?” she sighed exhausted, “But I figured I should be here to help smooth things over.” she looked at Rosabelle and the bottle she was about to give to her old agent was now magically in Merlyn’s hands. “Sorry for helping myself, nothing like a good bottle of milk to refresh with, wouldn’t you agree?” she smiled before downing the entire bottle. Rosabelle looked at her concerned, she wasn’t supposed to drink it. Merlyn smiled as carefree and innocent as ever as used magic to open the fridge and another bottle appeared in her hands. “Sorry, where are my manners? I assume that the bottle was meant for you?” she handed the bottle to the agent and he looked at the short fox woman waiting for something to happen, after a few seconds he took the bottle and drank it.
“So what would you like to discuss Ms. Vulpes?” the agent asked her.
“I would like to know what you think of our prized cows?” she smiled.
“Well to be honest they are wonderful, especially Rosabelle over here,” he said his eyes moving towards Rosabelle and locked in on her. He wasn’t staring at a particular part of her body, but her milk. The rich creamy goodness filled her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. “She is just so round and so big. But her milk, her milk is something else. So creamy and sweet, it is truly like nothing I had ever tasted before I don’t know how I lived without tasting it before.” At this point, his face was bright red and he was slowly moving towards Rosabelle. “C-could I please have more, please I need more I will do anything!”
"Moo-hee-hee, of course you can, darlin’! I’d never dream of denyin’ anyone a taste of my delicious strawberry milk!" she smiled and mooed in a light and dreamy way.
“Thank you, Mar- no Rosabelle!” he gasped as he picked up the pace and walked over to her.
“But first sign he-” Merlyn began to say all too sweetly, but the contract was ripped from her hands and hastily signed before being returned to her. “Oh…”
“Please, I need your milk!” he cried.
“Sure thing, darlin’! Just let me get that tap ready for ya!" Rosabelle cooed as she plopped one of her breasts out of her dress and undid the cap letting a steady stream of milk spill out. “Now drink up, darlin’!" The agent wasted no time diving onto her cap and suckling her breast like a baby. Rosabelle squeezes her rubber breast to increase the flow. Her agent kept on drinking her wonderful milk as fast as he could, he ended up drinking gallons of it until a good part of Rosabelle’s upper body was transparent from the missing milk. She mooed happily and flopped into the chair partially drained both literally and figuratively. “I do hope you enjoy bein' a fat cow just like me, sugar, but I gotta say—ain't nobody as cute and squishy as this here cow right here!" she mooed with a bright smile on her face.
The agent collected himself realizing what he had done. “No, what have you done? You can’t do this to me!” he shouted storming over to the tired Rosabelle. “You damn fat cow I will sue you and this whole place!”
“Accutraly you just signed ourselves over to us,” Merlyn interjected. “So sorry but no.”
“What!” he shouted as he glared at the fox woman who stuck her tongue out at him.
“Well, you see according to the fine print if you did agree to the contract and you have any let's say incidents we are not liable for them. Let us say hypothetically one of these so-called incidents leaves you in a state where you are not deemed mentally suitable to live normally or leaves you in a state where you can’t live normally or by yourself, we can set up accommodations based on what we see fit.”
“You bitch you tricked me!” he shouted as his crotch started to become erect and tingle. “You won’t get away with this! I will find a way to moo!” he quickly covered his mouth and gasped with horror.
“Oh, darlin’, I do believe you’ll be findin’ plenty of ways to moo in your future, sugar!" Rosabelle giggled.
The agent mooed as his cock was sucked in and inverted into a pussy. Her face started to shift becoming very dainty and innocent-looking. Her voice became much higher and cuter as she mooed in a panic. Her body started to shift hands and feet turned into hooves, cow ears, and horns grew from her head, and a tail poked out of her suit. Her hair became much longer and silky while turning a bright pink. Her body started to shift her shoulders narrowed and she lost a lot of height. Fat started to pile up giving her a massive chubby belly and thighs turning the once lean man into a cubby-looking girl in a poorly fitting suit. Her ballooning butt tore through the rear of her pants and a fat udder out the front. Massive milk-filled orbs started to push up her shirt as she panicked with her hooves, but the massive orbs of flesh were too much for her clothes to handle popping each button one by one as the titanic tits kept growing. The size of her breasts caused her to fall to the floor pinning her down from their weight with her plump juicy butt fully on display sticking up in the air. Her boobs kept growing larger to her massive belly and to the point of being as large as bean bags. She winced trying to get up but the weight of her milk-filled breasts was too much for the poor cow girl to handle.
“Well now, does someone need to be milked, sugar?" Rosabelle happily mooed.
Her former agent blushed and mooed back begging to be milked. Rosabelle was happy to oblige and milked her tits causing pink strawberry milk to gush from the like a fire hose. The cow started to moan as her mental state weakened. The feeling of getting was so good it broke her, milk was all she could think about, she was a milk cow and nothing more. Rosabelle and Merlyn smiled as they watch the new cow pass out on her bean bag-sized tits.
“I do hope you don’t mind what I done, sugar—someone had to punish him, after all. And honestly, the world’s much better off with him bein’ a cow, if you ask me!" Rosabelle awkwardly smiled turning to Merlyn as her plan of turning her former agent into a brain-dead milk now was a success.
“Don’t worry, I was hoping you were going to do this.” Merlyn playfully winked. “That or I was going to turn him into something like this, or something worse.” she smiled and shrugged. “But hey I think the bulls are going to love the new stock.”
“Thank you, sugar! I feel much better knowin’ that he’s been brought to justice!",” she smiled back at the fox lady. “Now sugar, how come you weren’t craving my milk from the tap like he was? That’s one of the side effects of the milk I keep in my changin’ room, don’t you know!"
“Don’t worry about me, I am very magic-resistant,” she said leaving the room with a sly grin on her face. “Watching that made me thirst, can you toss me another one?” Rosabelle tossed her another bottle of milk which Merlyn quickly drank. Then her chest exploded as her shirt and vest tore open exposing massive breasts that were twice their already massive normal size. “Eh, come on…” she winced as her fine fox tails were replaced with a single cow tail and her fox ears became cow ears and a pair of horns were added. She groaned as the bulge of an udder formed in her pants. Her eye twitched as her red hair became pink. Then she annoyingly sighed as she started lactating pink milk. She turned back to Rosabelle with an embarrassed look across her face as milk pooled around her. “Don’t worry… this will wear off on me in a few days… maybe a week… just run along and have fun with your sisters….”
Rosabelle couldn't help but laugh at the now tiny pink cow girl, who laughed back awkwardly, then teleported away. With her old agent taken care of, nothing was holding Rosabelle back from enjoying her new milky life. She waddled over her sisters as fast as her stubby rubber legs could carry her. She leapt at them taking them all down with a massive milky hug. The trio of inflatable cows laughed together, they couldn’t be happier.