A soft breeze wafted through a grassy pasture, cows grazing and swishing their tails happily.  A redheaded young woman closed her eyes and leaned her back against a wooden fence with a sigh.  Sweat glistened on her lightly tanned flesh, illuminated by the light of the late afternoon sun.

“I’ll let you gals back in soon, I just…  Need to catch my breath,” the woman muttered, breathing deeply as she adjusted her overall straps.  Another twelve-hour workday successfully lived through.  She lamented the state of her sore, tired body while fantasizing about life where ‘Netflix and chill’ could be her day job.

“Laura!  Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.  Get those cows to the stable and hurry up!”  A feminine voice yelled from a distance.

Laura sighed, turning toward the voice.  “Yeah, yeah!  I’ll be in really soon, Cass!”  With that, the redhead reluctantly removed herself from the fence and began to wrangle the cows.  “Come on, let’s go,” said the woman gently as she led the bovines back to their enclosure.  As they walked, the young lady shifted her eyes toward the livestock.  “Must be nice grazing all day without a care in the world, huh?”  She would never admit out loud that she got a little jealous sometimes.  Being a cow or a house cat– anything like that sounded like a pretty good deal.

After getting the cows ready for sleep, the farm girl briefly tidied up the pasture and walked toward a two-story wooden farmhouse.  As she strolled home lost in thought, her foot suddenly caught on something.  “Ahh!!”  The woman yelped in surprise, flailing her arms in vain while falling.  She managed to land on her butt, avoiding any serious injury.  “Ergh…  At least it’s just grass and dirt,” Laura cursed her luck, standing back up as she brushed away soil from her overalls.  What did I trip on anyway?  She mused, scanning the ground around her.  It wasn’t long before she spotted a reddish glint.  With a scowl, she leaned over and picked up what appeared to be a broken piece of crystal or glass.  The shard was maybe seven or eight inches long and a few ounces in weight.  I thought we cleaned all of this up already.   Laura shook her head in annoyance and continued home with the object.

Upon reaching the house, she walked up the rickety wooden steps and onto the porch before opening the front door with a creak.  Stepping into the hallway, the young woman ignored the old-fashioned decor and sauntered toward the delicious, savory smells and the sound of sizzling.  After all, Cassie’s dinners were one of life’s few great luxuries.  Stepping into the kitchen, she tossed the fragment into the trash without a second thought and took her seat at the oaken dining room table.  “What’s for dinner, Cass?  The delicious smell of meat blocks out everything else, so all I can guess is there might be pork,” the tanned woman giggled.

A taller, bustier brunette turned from the stove and raised an eyebrow.  “Well, you guessed pork correctly! Roasted pork with potatoes, cabbage, carrots, and onion.  You’re going to love it.”  She then smiled warmly and went back to cutting up veggies while the meat rested.  “What do you want to drink?

Laura paused for a moment, contemplating her choices.  “Well…  My birthday isn’t that far away; you should let me have a beer,” the woman said innocently, folding her hands in her lap.

“Yeah, no,” dully responded Cassie, giving the other woman one of those looks. “My precious baby sister is twenty, not twenty-one.  Besides, that beer doesn’t belong to us, and you shouldn’t want to drink it.  I’d better not see you start.  I’m twenty-two and still won’t touch that crap.”  Her voice was stern and concerned.  She then walked toward the dining room table to serve dinner.

Laura winced, pouting a little as her older sister put a plate in front of her.  Speaking of that beer in the fridge, a thought occurred to her.  “Are you putting any dinner away for dad?”  Her voice grew quiet and somber upon asking.

“Well, he’s not joining us for dinner, so…  Yup, I’ll leave some in the fridge just in case he somehow remembers to eat it,” sighed Cassie with a grimace, walking to the fridge to grab some milk.  She returned to the dining room table with food and drinks, getting everything set up before sitting across her sister.  “Don’t worry about stressful stuff right now.  Were you able to finish up all your daily tasks?”

“Yeah, of course!  I always finish everything!”  The redhead huffed, turning her head to the side as she puffed her cheeks in defiance.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.  “Always, huh?”  Resisting the urge to shake her head.  “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who picked up like eighty percent of those red stones after that meteor shower,” the woman responded, taking a bite of her food.

“It’s more like you did sixty percent or something!”  Laura retorted as her cheeks flushed red.  On this same conversation topic, the younger sister remembered something.  “Oh yeah, I found another one of those coming home.  I thought we had cleaned all of them up already, but I guess there are still some around.”

“Turns out no insurance policy covers crops getting wiped out by space debris.  Who would have thought?”  Cassie snorted, shaking her head as she ate a forkful of pork.

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Exhausted and lost in thought, the siblings ate in silence.  One year ago, they put their lives on hold to help the family farm after losing crops and various damages.  While banter and sisterly interactions still occurred, both were often too tired in the evening to do much more than eat in silence while daydreaming about what their lives would be like once they could leave.  After some time, the sun barely illuminated the horizon; both girls finished eating their somber meals and got up to take care of the dishes.

After finishing the cleanup, Laura sighed. “I’m going to try to browse on my phone for a bit in bed before I pass out.”  If she were lucky, she’d be able to browse Reddit for forty-five minutes before the throws of sleep consumed her.

Cassie thought for a moment. “Well, since we’ve worked so hard, it shouldn’t take as long to finish tomorrow’s chores.  Why don’t you sleep in an extra two hours?”  It wouldn’t hurt for her baby sister to get a little extra shut-eye. She was proud of the redhead for putting in so much effort despite being rather lazy in the past.

Hearing this proclamation, Laura lit up, a bright smile spreading across her face.  “Really???  Heck yeah, I’m going for ninety minutes then.  Screw forty-five.”  It had been a rough day, but Cass always knew how to improve her mood on a dime.

Cassie tilted her head slightly and then laughed.  “You know how to live life to the fullest.  Go enjoy yourself; I’m going to relax as well.”  With that, the older sister left the kitchen.  Soon after, creaking sounds permeated the old farmhouse as Cass ascended the stairs to her bedroom.

Sitting in the darkness, Laura spent a few minutes lost in thought.  Her mind wandered back to those cows.  While she told herself she was joking around, the young woman often lamented how nice it must have been to live a bovine lifestyle.  Back-breaking labor wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed.  After some time, she finally stood up and stretched with a yawn.  “Whatever.  Time to chill.”  The young woman walked toward the hallway door but hesitated before leaving.  A nagging sensation of forgetting something important materialized within Laura; what is it? She pursed her lips, combing her mind in an attempt to recall what she had forgotten. While mulling things over, a crimson glint from the corner of Laura’s eye drew her attention toward the trash.  Walking over, she stared down at the red shard sitting on an old newspaper within the canister.

Bring me to your room.

A strange compulsion pulsed through Laura.  She needed to take this fragment back to her bedroom.  She did find it odd that she would want to do such a thing but didn’t question the situation any further.  The young woman removed the object from the trash can and made her way down the hallway.  Before stepping onto the aged wooden stairs, she took a couple of steps back and peered into the living room—the low voices and cheering of a college football game on the television intermingled with loud snoring. An older middle-aged man with tanned skin slept upon a weathered recliner with a dirty lap blanket.  Old beer-stained his beard while empty cans lay scattered around the floor.  Laura’s face contorted into a visage of sadness, staring at the tragic scene momentarily before averting her gaze and heading up the stairs.  Right now, she only needed to worry about maximizing her chill time gains.

Entering her room, Laura set the shard on her nightstand and then stripped her clothes off as she tossed her overalls into the corner.  “You aren’t needed any longer; go away,” mumbled the young woman as she looped her fingers through the waistband of her blue button panties.  After every long day of hard work, Laura looked forward to taking her bra and undies off.  By sunset, sweat and hot juices would soak through the fabric thoroughly.  With a content sigh, she peeled the undergarment away from her hot, sticky nethers.  As she freed her moist crevice from its damp confines, the cool bedroom air caressed her genitals.  “Ahhh…”  Laura felt content as she unclasped her bra and slid each cup off her C cup tits.  Fully nude, the redhead turned on a lamp near her bed, turned off the ceiling light, and flopped onto her blankets. “Alright, what’s going on with Reddit today,” murmured the woman as she reached for her phone.  After a moment, she remembered they were in her overalls and went to grab them while cursing herself.

Finally laying in bed the way she wanted, Laura popped in some wireless earbuds, put on some music, and opened Reddit.  Scrolling absentmindedly, the young woman willfully chose to throw her precious free time away on reading about whether random strangers on the internet were assholes or not.  After thirty minutes of idle time-wasting, another peculiar impulse dug its claws into her.

Hold me close to you, Laura.

Her eyes darted back to the crimson shard on the nightstand, watching the way light refracted from its surface.  Maybe I should hold it. A mildly confused Laura reached over with a freshly-calloused hand and grabbed the object.  Raising an eyebrow, she scanned its surface and rotated it to get a better look. “Why did I grab this?”  She asked herself, feeling puzzled.  As she clasped it in her hand, a slow wave of sleepiness permeated every cell of Laura’s body.  Her eyes were half-closed as she let out a yawn.  “Mmmm…  Why am I so tired?”  She muttered, falling back onto her pillow with her eyes now fully shut.  The song she had on ended, reminding her that auto-play wasn’t on through her thick mental haze.  “I need to fix…  That…”  Unable to finish her thought, the sore and tired farm girl fell into a deep slumber.

Laura stared up at a crimson sky and blinked.  Where am I? She asked herself, turning to check out her surroundings.  All around her was a grassy field with farm-like fixtures in the distance.  She saw two gates blocking off a massive pasture, turning her eyes forward.  Cows scattered about, grazing and lazing in the sun. The bovines could be seen out to the horizon, a seemingly infinite number existing in this pasture.  All the while, an occasional farmhand could be seen tending to the large animals in various ways.

The notion that this surreal scene beneath the bloody-red sky was unnatural slipped away from Laura’s head.  She didn’t have time to waste; getting to work on her daily chores was vital.  As she approached the two gates, she noticed a sign above both.  The right-hand sign read ‘Employee Entrance’ while the left had ‘Customer Entrance’ inscribed.  I’m an employee, so…

After entering the employee gate, Laura got to work, a fully-equipped farm gear.  Time seemed to dilate under the sun’s ruby glow as she tended the cows.  Before she could comprehend anything, twelve hours had passed, and she had been working her ass off the entire day.  Aches and pain wracked Laura’s tanned form as she cursed her misfortune.  Working on the farm every day was awful; who could choose to live like this out of their own free will?  Turning her head, she watched the sunset in the now dar red sky.  There was an eerie quality to this scene; everything about the sight screamed unnatural in the back of the girl’s mind.

The world twisted around Laura as she let out a sudden scream.  A cacophony of red and orange light swirled around the now terrified young woman as she yelled out for help.  Before she could register what happened, it stopped.

Laura opened her eyes, staring at the same two gates as before. High above, the sunburned, signifying it was daytime in this alien world once again.  “Oh yeah…  It’s another workday.”  She paused for a moment, moving a hand over her arm anxiously.  Something felt off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.  “It’s probably nothing,” insisted the woman, psyching herself up.  Upon reading each sign, she picked the employee entrance once more and stared at another long grueling day of cow-tending.

This cycle repeated a few times, time dilating as Laura slaved away in an endless purgatory treating giant, smelly animals like royalty.  There was no end in sight; sorrow and anger set in as the woman’s psyche cascaded downward into despair.  How was it fair that mother had to ask them to help watch the farm after she passed?  How was it okay that dad got to be a drunk, abusive asshole who did negligible amounts of productive work compared to the girls?  This frustration consumed Laura as she milked a cow, tears streaming down her face and splashing onto the ground below.  Before long, the world swirled around her in a sea of light as the scenario replayed once more.

On the next cycle, something stopped Laura before picking the employee gate.  Do I have to pick this one?  She asked herself.  Before considering the other entrance too heavily, she recalled her duty.  Lazing around wasn’t an option, even if this current lifestyle caused irreparable damage to her soul.

“You will only ever be you.  No one else.”

Laura’s heart raced, her eyes darting around.  That was a voice, right?  Not just an impulse.  At the same time, those words etched into the fabric of her being; they refused to leave the young farmhand.

“You should prioritize your happiness, Laura.  Nothing is stopping you from picking the other gate.  You are your only obstacle.”

Adrenaline coursed through the young woman’s body as her body trembled.  How could it possibly be okay to shirk off her responsibilities? When was the last time she paid heed to her happiness?  “I can’t do that-- I…  I have to think of Cass and dad,” insisted Laura despite her dad being awful.

“You don’t have to pick this gate every day, but you deserve a day off of slave labor, don’t you?  Why not try it for a day?”

Resolve to weaken, Laura bit her lip and tapped her foot in frustration while trying to figure out the right choice.  She unconsciously stepped toward the customer gate, giddiness and excitement gradually building within the redhead’s body.  “One day wouldn’t hurt.  I need a day off….”  She stood in front of the gate, only a couple of feet away.  It called out to her, beckoning for Laura to advocate for her well-being. Nearly inaudible whispers flowed into the woman’s ears, telling her to take the leap as goosebumps formed all over her taut body.

It’s okay to do this.  I deserve a break.  Laura gritted her teeth and strolled forward through the customer gate as her heart raced.  The woman took a few steps and stopped as she crossed the border.  She looked around herself, feeling perplexed.  There were cows and farmhands here; then, who were the customers who came through this gate?  She suddenly realized she had no idea what the ‘customer gate’ meant.

Suddenly, a warm milky tingle erupted beneath her navel.  “Ahhh!”  The woman cried out with a yelp, beginning to tremble.  Her initial reaction was that of fear and apprehension. “What’s happening to me?...”  She groaned, staggering forward.  As the strange tingle spread and intensified, it began to feel almost pleasant.  Laura briefly recalled getting perfectly drunk at a party her sister wasn’t aware of.  “No, something is wrong here.”  She couldn’t just pretend nothing weird was happening.

“It feels good because it IS good.  Just relax; you’re going to be okay.”

Laura tried to convince herself this peculiar warmth hadn’t become enjoyable but was unsuccessful.  “Oooh!”  She moaned out, feeling her insides shift and crack.  How was this even possible? It was happening slowly, but the distinct sensation of internal organs and bones doing something stirred within the redhead.  This strangeness was soon followed by an uncomfortable wedgie, causing Laura to grunt in frustration.

The young woman tried to stay focused through the blissful waves and strange shifting, reaching her shaky hands down to adjust and dislodge her panties.  She found her ass and crotch plastered to the denim crotch of her overalls.  Laura was sure these were the right size; why was she getting squeezed like toothpaste?  A painful throbbing in her breasts made her panic.  Looking down, she quickly noticed her overall straps straining.

have to get this off, realized Laura, undoing the straps with shaky hands.  As the top flopped forward, her breasts sprang free from the denim prison.  Making haste, the redhead pulled the garment downward, wishing to free herself before it was too late.  Finally reaching her ass, the removal task grew arduous.  It was quickly apparent her lower body had swollen, becoming trapped in the undersized clothing.  Panicking slightly, the woman struggled, eventually getting them down to her thighs along with her panties and then to the ground.  Upon freeing her nethers, Laura let out a relieved moan.  Her body shuddered, writhing in pleasure as churning ripples rampaged through her petite, tanned body.  More creaking and straining sounds wafted from her chest cavity, quickly signaling to Laura that her bra was no longer adequate.

“A--aghh!”  The woman half moaned and yelled, moving with quick desperation to pull off her shirt and unclasp her bra.  Thankfully, she had an easier time with her tits than with her ass, getting the bra off and to the ground.

Now completely naked, Laura felt a throbbing pressure build in her limbs and then all over her body.  “Mmmmm, oh god…”  It felt incredible; a part of her was scared, but the all-consuming fuzziness went a long way toward convincing her that all of this was wonderful.  Laura’s hands suddenly began to grind and shift, eliciting a series of weak cries and gasps from the lithe woman.  Looking down, Laura watched in awe as the fingers of each hand slowly twisted and pulled together into a clump while each digit pulled into the mass one by one.  Her wrists prickled and swelled, becoming cylindrical while her fingers hardened, turning black and calcifying while pulling together.  Her initial thought was that this would be very painful, but it was the opposite.  Lovely throbs of bliss washed through her hands as they reformed into a gorgeous set of cloven hooves.

Immediately after, the same sensation flowed through her legs.  Just like before, the redhead’s feet cracked and transformed, forcing Laura to wobble and fall forward onto her new front hooves.  “Mmmmm… Ahhhh!”  Sweat glistened on her petite frame as her rib cage began to expand.  Simultaneously, her hips and spine convulsed and began to realign within the woman’s body. “Oh-- oh god…  What’s happening to meeoooo!”  The woman cried out as euphoric bursts penetrated every cell of her expanding bulk.  Splotches of black and white fur sprouted all over the cow-woman’s body, spreading in every direction.

Laura’s back feet finished their de-evolution into hooves finished as she experienced a strange filling sensation within her abdomen.  The redhead felt like an expanding water balloon as her organs grew in size to fit the needs of her growing body cavity.  Her stomach split while her uterus and various organs grew.  “AGHH!”  Everything intensified as her luscious, feminine curves slowly flattened, forcing her lady-like shape into something more rectangular.  A nagging pinch on her tailbone and head signaled the budding of a tail and tiny horns.  “What-- what’s hahhpen tooo meh,” Laura’s words grew muffled as her tongue grew uncomfortably large for her mouth.  Soon after, the blissful sparks flooded her head as it creaked and began to shift.  She felt her skull expand and reshape itself, her mouth elongating as it slowly jutted outward.  “Whath haphp to mmoooooo!”  Her feminine voice cracked and grew lower as she spoke.  By the end of her sentence, her cries sounded mostly animal.  An instinct to fight this and scream bubbled up within her but was quickly drowned out by reassurances.

Laura’s ass and tits withdrew into her no-longer human body, shrinking away into an androgynous mass of bovine flesh.  As the woman’s face and head finished their changes, her stomach erupted with fire.  She felt some type of sack expand outward, filling with fluid and tissue.  Stretching with reckless abandon, Laura’s new udder grew like an overblown water balloon, eliciting moos of pleasure from the bovine.  Finally, her head finished its metamorphosis while fur finished coating her bloated, animal body.

After the changes stopped, Laura stood on all four hooves, feeling stupefied.  Her body felt heavy and clumsy, a mix of elation and fear assaulting the newly-formed being.  Turning her head, Laura saw thousands of cows just like her, turning her head, as far as the eye could see.  Not a single care in the world for any of them.

“I have a proposition for you, Laura.”  A male voice suddenly called out to Laura.  This time, it actually seemed to come from someone.

Upon hearing those words, she mood in surprise.  The bovine swiveled her head to meet her guest and hopefully get some answers.

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