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Belle stood dazed, looking around at the fog-covered pasture. Where the hell am I? Why does this feel so familiar? She mused, kneeling over as she brushed her fingertips over some long grass. The earthy, bitter scent flooded Belle's nostrils, causing her heart rate to pick up.

"No-- no, not again…" Her breath rate picked up as she quickly stood and staggered a couple of steps. Within her mental haze, she vaguely recalled the incident from a couple days prior when she fucked Bret amidst nature while that same fragrance tormented her. Belle backed away, trying to make heads or tails of her current situation. There had been that awful incident, followed by the visit with her father, where he talked down to her and oppressed her. So then, how did she end up here, and why was she getting anxiety-riddled dejavu?

"It's so good to see you again, Miss Belle," called a feminine voice as it seemingly echoed through Belle's head.

A look of abject panic spread across Belle's face as a torrent of fractured memories sprang forth. She had been here in the past; something about farm work or being a farmhand? That couldn't be right; she had never done such things. That voice had tormented her in the past, rousing feelings of incredible frustration. "Where are you!?" Belle shouted, pivoting her head as she tried to find the voice's source.

"I don't have time for this, so I will just spell it out for you. I am speaking directly into your head. Also, you already know me." The voice plainly insisted as the fog began to swirl.

"W-- Wait! What are you doing!?" Belle yelled out, putting an arm over her face to protect herself as a tempest of wind swirled through the courtyard. Her hair fluttered wildly before the sudden gale finally calmed, and she sensed something in front of her. "Dammit…" Belle muttered, brushing strands of hair from her face before glancing forward.

"You really lost control of yourself the other day, didn't you?" Asked the pure-white cow standing a few meters away, her tail lazily swishing back and forth.

Belle froze in place; it was as if time itself had stopped. As she made eye contact with the beast, an overwhelming sense of panic welled up inside her. She knew this cow somehow. "Wait, you're…" Belle's words trailed off as the stark reality of her situation sunk in. She recalled stealing that idol, the bizarre things happening to her recently, and the brief recollection of a previous dream containing the same alabaster bovine. This wasn't just a dream, was it?

"You likely won't remember most of this, but I hope some of it will sink in. I'll cut to the chase. What on earth are you doing, Belle?" Hesat asked in a tone befitting a mother scolding her child.

Belle's sense of fear was quickly drowned out by a surge of annoyance. She hated being lectured and responded poorly to anything that resembled one. "You're-- Cowtina?" She winced, desperately trying to determine whether this was somehow real or if she was experiencing some kind of mental health crisis. The latter wouldn't explain her recent string of physical issues. I need to stand up for myself. I can't just let everyone-- and everything walk all over me. She reasoned that even if this were some hallucination, she wouldn't let herself be treated like garbage. "You're a figment of my imagination, yet you talk to me like my parent. Why can't I catch a god damn break? I'm tired of this!" She angrily shouted, clenching her fists. "I literally just dealt with my dad being an asshole to me, and now I can't even have some fun, escapist dreams for once?"

Hesat sighed, having anticipated a response like this. "Tell me, my dear. Do you feel your father was unfair to you during your last conversation? Why is that?"

Belle crossed her arms in defiance. "Yeah, no. I already see a therapist, and he's not a fucking cow who harasses me in my dreams. I'm done; I need to wake up." She acknowledged that she was in a dream and made a conscious effort to force herself awake.

"That's not going to help y--"

Belle snapped. "SHUT UP! I don't want to FUCKING hear you anymore, okay!? Jesus fucking christ! You're a goddamn animal!" She screamed in anger and fear as she could not wake up. Belle tried pinching herself and digging her nails into her palm, but it did no good and only furthered her frustration.

Hesat stood in complete silence, watching Belle freak out as she tried and failed to eject herself from her own personal nightmare. After allowing Belle a minute to wallow in her own frustration, she decided it was time to exert a bit more force. "I see. You see no reason to listen because I'm a cow, and you're a human." She understood it was more complex than that but saw no need to explore any potential nuance; time was of the essence here. "Let's switch then, shall we?"

Belle cursed under her breath, racking her brain for a way out of this nightmare scape she found herself imprisoned within. When Hesat said those following words, she stopped in her tracks and shifted her eyes upward toward the cow with a look of horror. "Switch places? What-- what the hell does that mean?"

Hesat's tail gleefully swished as she let out a soft laugh. "I promise it won't hurt. Please understand that I don't have time to put up with a prolonged tantrum from you." With that, the cow sauntered slowly toward Belle.

Belle took a cautious step backward when her body suddenly froze. Panic washed over her as she tried to move her legs and arms. Nothing. Even though this was presumably Belle's dream, she had no power. "What the hell did you do to me!? I can't move!" She shouted, only able to move her head. As the white cow approached, a feeling of dread permeated the muggy summer air.

"Shhhh… Just relax now, sweetheart," insisted the white cow as she finally stopped short of her guest.

If Bellle had control of her arms, she could have easily reached out and touched the beast. When Hesat started to jut her head upward toward her face, Belle screamed. "W-- Why are you getting so close!?? Stop!!"

It was too late. Hesat gently brushed her nose against Belle's chin before taking a step back. "This should only take a minute."

"What!? What's going to take a minute--" Belle started when a tingly pulse shot through her chin and body. A warm, fuzzy sensation slowly spread out through Belle's body and trickled down her legs and arms. "What did you-- ooooo!" Her words turned into an audible moan. She felt warm fluid churn inside her, filling her as it started to pool in specific areas. Most noticeably, her chest and ass began to throb.

Hesat laughed again as she herself started to glow and shift. "It won't go like this in real life; thankfully, the power of imagination makes the whole process go more quickly," she teased.

"W-What process!? You fucking-- ahhhh!" Belle cried out as her body began to swell. Her jeans and top bulged and started to rip the seams as audible tearing noises echoed through the pasture. As this happened, the intoxicating aroma of grass grew more intense. "Oh god, Oh GOD! PLEASE STOP!" Belle screamed as her undies rode up into her now-swollen vulva. The fabric garbing her chest and nethers chafed uncomfortably, sending painful yet nearly pleasurable bursts through her nipples and pelvis. Parallels to her current life situation immediately formed within her mind. The swelling, the grass, and the uncomfortable friction of fabric rubbing her sensitive skin. "Why are you doing this!? Jesus fuck-- FUCK! Oooooooh!" She started to moan as her ass and tits expanded as they finally ripped through their confines. Belle's denim jeans and cotton top unraveled, the stitches breaking and giving way as her massive melons and rotund rear sprung forth. Her bra and panties stood no chance, getting decimated in the fallout.

"Ahhh… Just a little longer, Belle," responded Hesat as she started to lose mass. Her body slowly reshaped, becoming more humanoid in appearance.

"NO! This is fucked up; please stop! STAAHHHP!" Belle's voice slurred and deepened as she spoke. She hadn't realized it, but the bones in her head started to crack and rearrange as her mouth grew insize and slowly jutted outward. All the while, her once cute nose gradually pulled back into her skull and flattened. "Whhash happenin to mehhooooo!" Her cries of protest shifted into something more bestial as she wobbled and fell to all fours while her legs and arms shuddered and began to contort. Rather than pain, a peculiar tingle and pressure consumed every inch of her body. She's turning me into a fucking cow. The gravity of her situation hit like a ton of bricks. Pressure built in her head and tailbone, giving way to three tiny buds proudly sprouting from her body. Belle's now ample ass and tits slowly sucked into her body and redistributed as her luscious curves flattened. The larger she grew, the less feminine she became. "Nooo-ooooooo!" She wailed, trying to stand up on two feet. By this point, her fingers and toes had pulled together into a calcified mass at the end of all four limbs. Her wrists and ankles cracked and reformed into a set of fully functional cloven hooves.

As this happened, Hesat was finally able to stand on two feet, holding her arms out as she watched a set of long, feminine fingers blossom where her hooves used to be. She stood nearly seven feet tall with a muscular yet incredibly feminine and busty figure. Butt-length, snow-white hair cascaded around her inhumanly beautiful frame.

Belle started to buck wildly, kicking into the air as she cried out for help. "Sahmmone pleeshhh… Mmm--moooooooo!" She wailed as she lamented the loss of her hands and voice. Two horns and a tail grew from the buds, while black and white fur splotches grew outward from random parts of Belle's body. Oh, fuck-- oh god, what did I do to deserve this? Why is this happening to me!? She pleaded in desperation as the line between dream and reality blurred. If this was just a dream, how come she could not wake herself up? Why was she stuck? As her ass and breasts dissipated into her large, rectangular body, a massive, throbbing sensation exploded from her lower abdomen. Four pink bumps soon imprinted against the growing lump as the whole mass stretched like a water balloon. "Nnn--oooooooo!" Belle tried to scream and swear at Hesat but could only let out a stream of angry moos as her clumsy mouth failed to form proper words.

Hesat felt some guilt over forcing Belle to go through this transformation. At the same time, she was sick and tired of this young woman's excuses. She accepted virtually no responsibility for any mistake she ever made. A lesson in humility would do her well. She watched curiously as Belle's body finished growing and her udders fully formed.

Belle was too caught up in a sea of fear and self-pity to realize she was now flailing in the fully-transformed body of a milk cow. "Moooo!" She tried to protest as her tail swished back and forth wildly.

"Ahhh, much better. I could allow you to project your thoughts, but I'm not letting you. You would just swear at me and call me a bitch, right?" The now Amazonian Hesat spoke with her now-human mouth. Except for the silken hair cascading around her statuesque figure, she was completely naked. A pair of horns adorned the top of her head while she had a cow-like tail and ears. "This is much better. How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Hesat approached the enraged Belle and gently placed a hand on her snout before starting to rub.

Don't you dare fucking touch m--  Her thoughts abruptly stopped as a warm, fuzzy feeling of comfort clouded her mind. Hesat's gentle touch and reassuring tone resonated with something primitive inside her. No, no, no… I can't act like a damn animal-- I can't let her win. Belle jerked her head back in anger, letting out another disgruntled moo.

Hesat shook her head with a sigh. "Easy there, girl." She walked over to Belle's side and then smacked her rear, giving it a gentle rub as she used her other hand to continue stroking and petting Belle's snout.

Belle wanted to scream and ask who this bitch thought she was but couldn't. A soothing, buttery warmth spread through the beast. She had just been so utterly terrified and angry, but Hesat kindly offered gentle words and comfort.

Hesat grinned. "You're being a good girl now, Belle. Try acting like this more often, okay, sweetheart?"

I want to be a good girl if she'll praise me and keep treating me nicely. Belle's mind wandered as the scent of greenery once again overtook her. She wanted to scream and fight; a reasonably large part of her recognized how fucked up this was. However, the amount of her that was actually in charge disobeyed completely. Without thinking, she leaned her nose into Hesat's gentle face rubs, a content moo escaping her lips. After another twenty seconds, Belle snapped back to reality. She was a fucking human, not a cow. She was not supposed to be this weak-willed; how the fuck could she let herself be manipulated like this. "MOOOO!" Belle angrily bellowed, pulling away from Hesat. She got the bright idea to kick her captor as she stumbled forward and lifted her back legs to kick.

Hesat took a step back and shook her head in disappointment as Belle's futile attack missed its mark. "Why don't you listen to me while you eat? You're probably cranky due to an empty stomach." The delectable greenery around them grew outward, becoming quite verdant as they rose high enough to reach Belle's mouth while standing. "I won't keep you long, but I would like to discuss a couple of things. On your current course, your humanity will be lost within the month. You have the power to stop it, but I'm starting to doubt whether you have the willpower."

Willpower? What the hell did that mean? Belle's heart sank as Hesat's words pierced her very soul. So, was this all real? Did that god damn statue do something? She couldn't dwell on her fear long before the all-you-can-eat buffet in front of her became too much to resist. I can't-- I can't eat that. Fuck no, don't do what she wants! She tried to reason with herself to no avail.

Hesat watched as Belle stared longingly at the grass. At the very least, her moos of protest had finally ceased. "My poor dear. It must be stressful always seeing yourself as the victim. Enjoy your meal while I talk; you don't need to fight it." Hesat's words were equal parts, condescending and gentle.

No! Fuck this, fuck you for doing this to me! Belle mooed and fought against her natural urges. Her head instinctively jutted forward despite her best efforts as her nose brushed against the verdant greenery. No, control yourself. Don't do this-- don't do this, please!

A mournful moo sounded off from Belle as her body trembled. She then opened her mouth and bit down onto the grass, tearing a chunk off as she began to chew.

All the while, Hesat smiled and gently rubbed Belle's flank. "That's a good girl. If you listened like this more often, you might not be in this situation. Try to take in everything I tell you, okay?" Despite Hesat's teasing, she legitimately hoped Belle could beat this curse. It was up to her now whether0t she would succumb to her ill-mannered nature in the waking world.

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