A buxom blond with massive tits stood in a bedroom-like holding cell, wearing a nurse uniform and holding a clipboard that she read over carefully.
“Three instances of petty theft, one instance of attempted theft, and the vandalization of one 2014 Toyota Camry.” The woman shook her head with an exasperated sigh. “You’ve been busy, miss Kathy!” The bubbly female switched back to a cheerful demeanor quickly and looked up from her papers. “And that’s just the last two months.”
“What?-- Where am I?...” Kathy stirred and opened her eyes slowly, brushing some brunette hair from her face. She attempted to form coherent thoughts through her mental fog but struggled to do so; all she could recall was getting mad at a guy for not buying her a drink at the bar, slashing his tires, driving home drunk, and then… What? She vaguely remembered getting home. She shifted her eyes down and looked over the cream-colored hospital gown that now garbed her. Had she put this on herself? Questions swirled in her head. Upon looking up, she noticed the strange nurse’s name tag. “Laila?” She murmured, turning her eyes to meet the woman’s gaze. What the hell was going on here? Why did her left arm feel so sore? This entire situation was bizarre. By now, she looked mildly frightened; she was already a petite woman with a small frame so it didn’t take much for her to feel intimidated.
“Weeeelllll... You’re not in a prison, so be happy!” Laila smiled brightly, swaying her hips from side to side. “You see, we were so mooooved by your struggles that we decided you deserved a second chance. There’s no need for you to look so udderly scared!” She pumped one of her fists into the air energetically.
A feeling of dread permeated Kathy as she realized something was horribly wrong. Her eyes darted around the room, quickly noticing she was in a very plain room with white walls and furnishing. If I’m not in prison, then that means… No, that couldn’t really be it. The young woman’s body trembled as she looked at her left arm. It immediately became apparent that she had been injected with something, which would explain the tingle she felt. “N-- no…” She stammered. All of this could only mean one thing.
“From that look on your face, I’m guessing you udderstand,” Laila stated gleefully, tilting her head to the side with a bright smile. “Okay, enough puns from me! Welcome to Wishberry Farms!. Okay, how did the speech go?” Apparently, Kathy had been a horrible student, and wasn’t particularly bright. She would try her best to explain everything to her. After a moment of thought, she switched to narrator mode. “After the United States took out the domestic terrorist threat that had caused unspeakable chaos and destruction, the newly reformed State of Union government thought to themselves-- how can we restore peace and prosperity while ensuring our citizens don’t betray our glorious country?” She may have been adlibbing a line or two, but she remembered the gist of it. Ignoring the beyond horrified visage on Kathy’s face, she continued. “Wishberry Farms, launched last year, is just the latest in a long line of State of Union initiatives meant to keep our people united! You are one of the lucky chosen who gets to restart their life as a productive, hardworking member of society. I’m proud of you, Kathy!” She grinned, giving the poor girl a thumbs up.
“N-- NOO!!!” Kathy screamed, her body shaking in absolute fear. She attempted to stand but her body was sore and lacking any semblance of stamina. The brunette fell back to the bed, a deep tingling sensation swelling up within her hands and feet. If I’m at Wishberry Farms, my life is over.
“Oh, please don’t try to move too much! The transformation process can take a lot out of you.” Laila said with a gentle smile. “You must be hungry! Growing girls need lots of nutrients to grow,” she chimed as a door slid open with a hum. A man wearing a pure-white uniform rolled a cart in with food, greeting Laila in a friendly manner and taking his leave.
“How about you eat now?” Laila beamed, turning her attention back to the special guest.
The last thing Kathy wanted right now was food. Transformation? What the fuck were they going to do to her? She muttered no, no, no, no, shaking her head in denial. After another moment, she stared up at Laila with pure, unfiltered rage. “YOU BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME! MY DADDY--”, she began to yell when the food was uncovered, exposing a variety of grasses, stems, and leaves. Immediately, all thoughts of anger were ousted from her mind. She stared at the foliage with great confusion. What the hell kind of meal was that? It barely looked edible. Kathy blinked suddenly, shakily moving her fingers up to her face. Why am I drooling? Her stomach growled as she wiped some of the drool from her face and looked at the sticky fluid.
This is what your body wants, don’t fight it, a nagging thought echoed through her head, a strange primal instinct taking control of Kathy. She scooted over toward the food, gazing upon the herbivorous smorgasbord with great longing. One bite won’t hurt, she convinced herself, reaching out to grab one of the leaves. That strange tingling in her hands and feet was almost forgotten by this point.
Before caving completely, Kathy snapped back to reality. What the hell was she doing right now? She was at Wishberry Farms; something horrible was happening to her. This would be the end of her old life, she was supposed to be panicked. “Fuck off! I’m not touching that! Daddy will ruin ALL of you! Do you know who he is?? Get me out of here NOW!” She barked, attempting to keep her resolve strong despite her state of absolute terror. Regardless of her empowering words, her body trembled and glistened with a thin layer of cold sweat. What’s happening in my fingers and toes? An uncomfortable cracking sensation bubbled up within Kathy’s extremities.
Laila, however, was a master of interjecting at the perfect moment. “Yes, yes. I know you’re feeling cranky since you’re going through such a big change. You will feel better if you eat, sweetheart.” The blond nurse grinned, leaning over to grab a few leaves from one of the plates. As she did so, her massive tits strained against the fabric of her button-up top, threatening to break free from their confinement.
“What are you doing?--” Kathy began to interject with great frustration.
“Here, sugar! Be a good girl for me, okay?” Laila held the leaves right up to the brunette’s mouth. She then brushed the fingers on her free hand through Kathy’s hair, scratching and rubbing her head reassuringly. “It’s okay, I know you’re scared, but I’m here to help you. Just eat for me, okay?” She said in a gentle, maternal tone.
As soon as this horrible bitch got in Kathy’s face, she wanted to yell and lash out. Unfortunately for her, the scent of the leaves in front of her face, along with the warm touches of Laila, triggered something strange within her. A fuzzy warmth spread through her as a sudden biological need to graze rewired the neurons of her brain. This is my food, I need to eat, she mused to herself, temporarily repressing the part of her that protested the current situation. She opened her mouth and leaned in, biting down on the leaves that Laila held. The bad girl ripped off chunks with her teeth and started to chew with a glazed, content expression on her face. As she muched, little bursts of incredible flavor assaulted Kathy’s taste buds. She was the type of girl who enjoyed a good steak or burger; getting such decadence out of greenery made no sense at all. Each bite filled her nostrils with a wonderfully bitter, earthy taste; without realizing what happened, Kathy devoured the handful of leaves.
“Look! That was great, you ate everything I gave you,” Laila giggled, giving the younger woman a soft pat on the back. “It won’t really fill you up completely, but you took an important first step toward your mental conditioning. The more quickly you adjust, the happier and more productive you will be after all. If you stop screaming and swearing at me, I’ll answer some questions.”
A stupefied expression immediately spread across Kathy’s face. Mental conditioning? What? “The rumors say that people taken to W… Wish… Berry Farms… Are turned into mutants or experimented on,” the petite woman stammered, letting out a groan as her body began to tingle and feel incredibly light. She was terrified, but the eating had numbed her mind a little. All Kathy knew was that people taken to Wishberry Farms never returned, and rumors of their fates were aplenty. They were told that people taken there gained purpose and got to live their lives as productive members of society. Of course, people would talk and theorize over the truth.
Concern spread across Laila’s face. She eyeballed Kathy’s hands and feet briefly before shifting her eyes back toward the brunette with her signature cheerful gaze. Things would get complicated now, she would tone back the playfulness. “Well, not exactly! You get to participate in an initiative to further science and mankind! You’re a pioneer, Kathy,” she said in a soothing, pleasant voice.
Tears streamed down Kathy’s face as she shook her head back and forth slowly. The pain in her hands and feet grew, all twenty of her digits writing and cramping. Beyond that, her entire body felt fuzzy and nauseated. Despite her desperate pleas for this to be a dream, and for her father to save her, the stark reality was that no one came back from Wishberry Farms. With a whimper, she turned her tear-streaked eyes toward Laila. “But, daddy wouldn’t...” She began to mutter.
“Oh, precious dear.” The nurse put a sympathetic hand on Kathy’s shoulder. For the moment, she had switched from energetic to being more calm. “You understand Family Sin Law, don’t you? You’ve been arrested five times in the last two years. Even though you grew up in an upper-class family and being shown nothing but love, you rebelled, caused grief, and fell behind your successful sisters and brother. How much did your father pay for you to go to college, only to fail everything outside of writing classes?” She could tell that Kathy didn’t understand where she was going with this; maybe she really didn’t know the law. Well, she did have a 1.2 GPA in community college, so I shouldn’t be too hard on her, she thought to herself, feeling pity toward the poor girl.
“Family Sin Law? That’s…” Kathy groaned again, hearing popping sounds in her feet. It felt like her toes were moving as if they were made of clay and being sculpted.
Laila had to address something first. She had been suspicious, but it now seemed obvious they had one of those situations on their hands. The earpiece she wore glowed slightly as she began to talk. “We have an ATF on our hands. Yes, bovine. Prepare orientation pasture H and last month’s top-performing bull.”
“Orientation pasture?” The trembling brunette asked weakly. It was still difficult to admit that any of this was real; none of this made sense, it had to be a nightmare. Why did her ankles hurt? The thought of looking petrified her.
Laila continued, “We’ll talk about that in a moment.” She needed Kathy needed to understand why she was here. Kathy likely didn't understand the Family Sin Law to any reasonable extent. “Every time you screw up, your whole family is punished. Community service, higher taxes, public shunning, the works. All because you couldn’t be a good girl for daddy,” she stated, becoming sterner. “It’s your own fault he had to donate you to Wishberry Farms. Now, not only will your family stop getting punished because of you, but a part of the money you earn here will go back to support them. You are finally getting a chance to give back to the people who raised you with love. This is for the best, sweetheart.”
It was hard to form coherent thoughts through the fear. The petite female sniffed and let out faint sobs, putting her hands over her face.. “No… Oh god, no… Please, I can change. I can be a better daughter,” she wailed with a raspy inflection. This couldn’t be real. Her daddy loved her, even if she caused a little drama, right? The thought that she had been donated by him made her want to vomit. “What’s happening to me!? My feet, they-- they’re being crushed, it hurts!” She sobbed out, groaning as her body perspired and grew hot. “Aggh!!” A howl of pain reverberated through the room. As this happened, the buxom nurse waited patiently, giving the brunette a few seconds to gather herself. Kathy lifted her trembling hands and stared in horror. Her fingers stiffened, making unpleasant cracking sounds when tried to move them. Attempting to wiggle her toes yielded a similar result, adding to her unending anxiety. “What are you doing to my hands? My feet? What-- I… Why do they hurt?” She choked out as an overwhelming wave of nausea pulsed in her stomach and dispersed through her hot, tingling body.
Laila genuinely wished she could do more for her. She moved closer to the terrified young woman, stroking her hair once more for reassurance. “The pain will pass; you were only supposed to transform about twenty percent or so. Unfortunately, it seems you are one of the few that end up undergoing an ‘Aberrant’ transformation, hence the ATF you heard me mention a few minutes ago,” she said with a gentle cadence. This girl could have done anything with her life, but she chose to be a menace to society, Laila mourned the future this brunette would never have. It didn’t matter though, she had a job to do.
“Stop telling me this shit!!! I don’t know what aberrant means, I don’t know what the FUCK is going on! What’s going to happen to me!?” Kathy screeched after the last bout of nausea passed, pulling away from Laila’s patronizing head pat bullshit. How could he sell me? How could he do this to me? She was frantic, scared, and happy to blame anyone but herself for this awful situation.
“Now, now. I am here to help you, I would suggest speaking to me more respectfully.” Laila huffed, shaking her head. It was understandable to be upset, but that didn’t excuse bad manners.
“FUCK you. FUCK your respect!” Kathy spat with pure rage, feeling nothing but disdain for this god damn nurse bimbo. She shifted over to the side of the bed and stood up, her body quaking and creaking in response.
Laila’s heart rate spiked. “Oh dear, please don’t try to move!” She pleaded, taking a few steps toward the poor girl. Kathy wasn’t going anywhere, it would be easier to let her on the floor while the orientation pasture was set up. A call would likely come any moment now. The new procedure for aberrant cows was to let the bull explain the metamorphosis during the conditioning process, so she would keep her mouth shut for now.
Kathy attempted to move toward the door in order to escape. While taking a step, a jolt of weakness shot up through the bottom of her foot. “Aghh!!” She yelled out, flailing her arms in an attempt to keep her balance. Her feet refused to obey, the young woman unceremoniously crashing to the ground with a crash. It was too much; she could hardly move, getting up was out of the question. All she could manage was sitting on her ass with her feet out.
Tears trickled her face as she looked down, fighting back her fear of seeing the truth below her knees. No longer did her feet form a normal shape; the bone scrunched up, her feet elongating and becoming more cylindrical. “NOOO!!!” She wailed, her skeletal structure morphing itself into a new shape as cracking and grinding sounds flooded the room. It hurt, felt tingly, and tight at the same time. At this point, she could only watch with great dismay and holler in protest as her now stubby toes crunched inward. One by one, each of the ten digits pulled together, turning hard and blackening beneath her now-deformed feet; her toes gradually fused together. “Where are you going? No… No, stop…” She pleaded, beginning to hyper-ventilate. Kathy reached a stiff hand down and grabbed the big toe on her left “foot”. Was this real? How could this be anything but a nightmare? “Where are you going? P-- please… Please stop,” the brunette begged, pulling on her toe in a sad attempt to stop it from merging into the calcified flesh. It was too late; what used to be ten separate toes had become only four. Two on each foot, separated down the middle for a cloven-look. Hiding from the truth was impossible; these were hooves.
Laila put a hand on her cheek, looking over with concern. “Well, usually this part of the process is slower and more painful. You’re really lucky to be getting it over with early!” While naturally maternal, the blond had become desensitized toward transforming livestock.
Kathy trembled and began to stammer. “These-- these… Are hooves? Am I turning into a FUCKING ANIMAL!?” The woman screamed out hysterically, turning a venomous, wild gaze toward Laila. She thought they would just do body enhancements, or that she would maybe sprout an extra arm or something. Daddy, I’m so sorry. Oh god, please come save me. I’m so sorry. The cycle of grief wasn’t always cyclical, but the brunette had now entered the bargaining phase. She thought back to all of her misdeeds; how she told off and berated her father, mother, and siblings. Kathy had rebelled, stolen, lied, and even cheated on her last boyfriend. All of this was ultimately her own fault, wasn’t it? She began to buy into the concept that she may have caused her own misfortune; that she had squandered numerous chances to redeem herself. Acceptance never came that easily, however. NO! It doesn’t matter what I did, daddy betrayed me. My family betrayed me. Kathy reasoned to herself in anger.
“Unnghh…” Kathy groaned, every pore on her body leaking profusely. Beads of sweat slid down her well-toned frame, splashing onto the cold floor. The ripples of pain and unease intensified, causing the trembling brunette to fall from a sitting position onto her back. “I don’t want to be an animal! I-- I’m so sorry, please… Please change me back, please help me,” she pleaded, staring back at Laila with unquantifiable anguish.
“One second, please,” Laila put a hand up to shush Kathy, speaking back to her communicator. “Oh, he’ll be here in just a minute? Wonderful!” She beamed, smiling brightly. “Great news, help is on the way!” She had completely ignored Kathy’s cries. Knowing she would be getting help in a moment was a weight off her shoulders.
Kathy tried to sit up again, using her hands to prop herself up. Unfortunately for her, they disobeyed; the appendages locked up and sent her right back to the ground. She stared in horror as her fingers twisted and pushed together, grotesque grinding sounds filling the sterile, white room. While she had been far too scared and disoriented to notice until now, the gravity of her situation finally sank in.
I’m losing my hands.
“NO!!!” Kathy shrieked between her sorrowful sobs, shaking her head while crumbled in a heap. “I-- I’m a writer, I can’t… I can’t lose my hands, please, Laila…” Her voice had grown weak and pitiful. Typing away at her fiction well into the night was one of the few activities that gave her life purpose; it was the only thing in life she enjoyed outside of sex and being a delinquent.
“I’m sorry, sugar. I’m sure you’ll learn to get by without them,” said Laila soothingly, jotting a few things down on her clipboard. Keeping her distance and waiting for the bull to arrive would be the safest course of action.
“This can’t be happening to me-- agghhh!” Loud grunts and panting flowed from the terrified girl’s mouth as pulses of pain penetrated her wrists and fingers. Just like her feet, her hands slowly rearranged into a more circular mass of flesh while her fingers darkened and pulled together. “STOP!!! STOP, STOP, STOP!!!” Kathy’s mournful pleading coudln’t change her fate. Each hand split down the middle, becoming cloven just like her lower hooves. Begging for this to be nothing but a horrible nightmare was all Kathy could do; mustering enough courage to accept her new reality seemed impossible. After much anguish, Kathy had become the new owner of four lovely hooves.
“If it means anything, they look lovely!” Laila said with a weak laugh, putting a hand on her cheek. Maybe her tone was inappropriate.
Kathy’s mental state had been decimated, leaving her a stuttering mess. “I-- how…” She couldn’t articulate herself well enough to speak coherently. The mortified female raised her trembling arms up and stared, completely dumbfounded at the sight before her. Instead of ten elegant, dainty fingers, she had these. Having prehensile hands was one of the bare necessities for functioning in human society; how the hell was she supposed to exist like this? “FUCK! This isn’t real-- this isn’t happening, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Aberrants were often volatile during these early stages, but Laila still wished she could do something to soothe this pitiful creature’s fear. “Our bull will be here any second; I promise he will help you feel better,” said the nurse with a warm timbre.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!” Kathy screamed with a now enraged countenance. The trembling woman tried to stand, but quickly found the task to be arduous; her back hooves weren’t designed to function bipedally. “Goddammit!!” She growled, attempting and failing to stand over and over. Every time, she fell back onto her hooves.
Laila stood back near the door, staying silent. There was nothing she could do to help at this point.
Kathy’s mind flew into a frenzy, both fear and pure anger permeating every inch of her being. With a crazed, panicked howl, the hooved woman bucked her rear legs back, kicking a lamp off a nearby end table.
Smash
Glass shards exploded all over the floor. Kathy continued to kick her legs and limbs, flailing violently; her inability to stand only served to prolong her ferocious behavior. “I-- I CAN’T STAND!!” Mournful wails escaped her lips as the hooved animal crashed into the wall opposite from the hallway door.
Amidst the chaos, an electric whirring flooded the room. A crack appeared down the middle of the wall Kathy had crashed into, starting to separate. As each half pulled apart, the blinding light of the sun shined through. Kathy was too hysterical to notice a massive shadow being cast upon her from the opening. She then turned back to Laila for more pleading.
“I’m NOT a fucking animal!! Give them back! Give them b--” Kathy began her tirade when a deep, masculine voice interrupted her.
“You must be Kathy.”
The now-quadruped jumped in surprise, snapping her head back to see who had spoken. She saw a pair of tree trunk-sized legs, each one a glossy, jet black. It took a moment for it to register; that was fur. Her eyes scanned upward in silence, her wild expression morphing into one of abject horror. This man was at least eight feet tall, with ebony fur coating the entirety of his body. He had hooves shaped in such a way that allowed for him to stand, but also had powerful, human-like hands.
“I am Dante, last month’s highest performing bull. I will be performing your orientation,” the burly male said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Words escaped Kathy; not a single sound left her mouth. She stared in awe at the man’s massive horns, and caught herself admiring how the contours of his incredibly muscular frame made him look so powerful. Dante wore only a loincloth, showing off much of his alpha male assets.
“Dante, thank you for showing up! I will leave you to it,” Laila waved, taking her leave through the hallway door.
“Y-- You’re a bull?...” Kathy stammered amidst her stupor.
“Yes, a bull at the top of his class,” the massive creature exhaled a powerful breath, showing great pride in his power. “I will answer any questions you have as long as you remain obedient during the orientation process. The pasture is right behind me; can you move? I can give you a minute, but no longer.”
Kathy was at a loss for words; this behemoth standing before her looked to be somewhere between man and animal. Even his head was partially bull-like, with a broad nose and piercing black eyes.
“Aaggh!!!” Kathy suddenly moaned as a hot, churning sensation erupted in her ass and tits. “Not again!! I don’t-- ugghh…” She stumbled onto all fours, her body trembling and perspiring through the hospital gown. Without getting a chance to recompose herself, the metamorphosis continued; it felt as though warm, liquid butter pumped into her breasts and butt. I’m a B cup, how big are they now?? Thought Kathy through her state of shock, staring down at her tits as they swung below her. They must have been pushing into small C territory if she knew her sizes correctly. More concerning now was the weight building on Kathy’s hind end as her hips cracked and expanded; her feminine frame took on an increasingly more curvaceous appearance. “O--oh god…” Tearing sounds filled the air as the flimsy gown began to rip at the hips.
The bull watched as the woman before him cried out and gradually inflated. He had been mesmerized by the feeling of primal lust boiling within him. You will be mine, soon. Watching this swollen bitch’s mammaries and rear increase in girth caused a small jolt to shoot through his cock as it stirred and grew harder. Unfortunately for him, breeding would have to wait.
“I will carry you then,” Dante exclaimed, walking forward before reaching down to lift the hooved woman.
“Don’t touch me…” Kathy growled weakly, unable to put up a fight at this low of an energy level. Painful bursts struck her hips as they popped and expanded, leaving the poor girl vulnerable and defenseless.
Daddy, I could have changed… I could have.
“You’re not getting a choice here,” stated Dante, still doing his best to keep his arousal suppressed. He lifted Kathy into his arms, shrugging off her pitiful resistance with ease before turning to carry her out of the room.
After being picked up, a sudden haze of masculine musk wafted up through her nostrils. For just a moment, all fear melted away; a fuzzy, warm tingle flowed through her swollen tits and nethers. What the hell was this? It was coming from this bull man and assaulting her senses. A tiny throb deep within her moistened vulva made her realize something deeply disturbing.
No… Is he turning me on?
TO BE CONTINUED
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