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The next ten minutes were a blur for Laura.  An uncontrollable rage consumed her upon seeing the state of José’s erection.  Despite his shaft being well endowed by human standards, the confusion and pure anger clouded her judgment. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?  She asked herself, eye twitching.

“I can’t do this-- I…  I have to go,” finally stated Laura as she moved away from José and hurriedly gathered her purse and belongings.  While she did so, she finally started to realize just how filthy and gross this man’s home was.  Dirty dishes, smoke-stained walls, and a dank, mildewy smell.  Why did she think fucking a Dave and Buster’s employee with awful hygiene was a good idea?  She started to pull her clothes on, wincing at how uncomfortably tight they all were.  Despite the chafing, her arousal and discomfort weren’t as bad as they had been in the arcade.  Her immediate swollenness seemed to have died down.

José’s eyes widened.  “W-- Wait!  What’s wrong?”  He asked before pausing to scan his mind for a reason.  “Is it the smell in here??  I can burn some incense or something if you w-- hey, wait!”  He called out in panic as the front door was opened.

“This isn’t going to work.  Please don’t follow me,” curtly stated Laura as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.  Her heart sunk in her chest as she scurried off, a layer of cold sweat coating her body.  What’s happening to me?  She asked herself, stepping out of the building.  As she absentmindedly walked to the parking lot, it suddenly dawned on her that she let José drive her from Dave and Busters to-- God knows where; she had no idea.  Laura took a long moment to process how irrationally she behaved.  What if she went home with a serial killer or a rapist?  She shook her head, slapping her hands onto both cheeks.  “Snap out of it!  I just need to get to my car and get home,” insisted Laura, speaking out loud to hammer in the point.  With that, she pulled out her phone and used an app to summon a cab.

During the ten minute wait for a ride, Laura ruminated upon how utterly bizarre life had been lately.  Those red shards, the farm flourishing for seemingly no reason, odd dreams-- all of these events caused a sense of unease to stir within Laura.  Maybe I should talk with Cass, she briefly mused before shaking her head and deciding it wasn’t worth hassling her over.

When Laura’s ride pulled up, she got in and mumbled a greeting before sinking into the backseat and completely spacing out.   She needed to get her mind off of the last couple of hours at any cost.

A while later, Laura opened the front door and walked inside.  “Mmmm…”  She stretched and took a deep breath, glad to finally be home after that train-wreck of a situation she had been in with José.   As she walked forward, she noted the stark silence of the farmhouse.  Laura expected to hear the quiet droning of television from the other room, but was greeted only by the typical sounds of an old, settling home.

Did dad fall asleep with the TV off for once?  Laura asked herself, standing hesitantly as she contemplated her next course of action.  After another twenty seconds, she clenched her hands and took a deep breath before cautiously walking toward the living room.  As she did so, she winced and picked at her bra strap.  Maybe I should have changed first.

“Hey…  Dad?”  She popped her head into the room and was quickly greeted by an empty recliner and unused television.  Laura raised an eyebrow and glanced around at the dusty interior.  Maybe he’s in his room, she reasoned, walking out as she headed toward the stairs.  The aggravating throbbing from her chest and between her legs cramped up once again, urging the fatigued Laura to strip in private and enjoy her air-conditioned bedroom.

As she walked, she found herself deep in thought while the floor’s creaking drowned out other, more subtle noises.

“Did you have a nice time out?”  Cassie’s voice asked suddenly.

Laura yelped, slightly jumping as she nearly had a heart attack.  She turned and saw her older sister standing in front of the hall door with a blank expression.  Where did she come from?  “O-- Oh, yeah!  I just chilled at the arcade for a bit.  I’m going to lay down,” she responded with a forced smile.  Laura then remembered the empty living room.  “I’m surprised dad isn’t getting drunk in front of the television.”

Cassie stood in silence for an awkward amount of time, causing an awkward tension to build in the air.  “Don’t worry about dad, he’s sleeping,” Cassie finally stated with a warm smile, walking toward her little sister.  “I am happy to hear you had a good time out…”

Laura’s eyes narrowed as she watched the way her sister behaved.  Something about Cass was off and her words seemed to drift.  “Yeah-- I had a great time.  I don’t need dinner, I’ll just snack and order food if I need some.”

Cassie reached out and placed a hand on Laura’s shoulder.  “My dear sister.  Are you happy when you tend to your cows?  When you are out in the fields with them when you don’t have to slave away in the heat?”

Laura was caught off guard by this seemingly random question.  Why is she talking about the cows now?  She asked herself in confusion.  “I mean-- yeah, I like being out in the fields with them I guess,” she responded as she blushed, remembering how she ranted about cows during their car ride together a few days prior.  Was that why she asked?  It didn’t seem like Cassie was trying to tease or harass her; it wasn’t like she was the type to do that regardless.

Cassie’s face softened as she pulled her hand away.  “Be honest with me.  Would you rather be at the arcade, or would you rather be with the cows?”

Laura initially felt annoyed by the question; was she being messed with?  “Why are you-- I mean…”  Her frustrated thoughts drifted and grew muddled as she gradually processed the weight of her dear sister’s question. What do I like better?  It was obvious that she should prefer watching television or playing video games over loafing with bovines, right?  “It’s not like I want to-- umm…”  She closed her eyes tightly and gathered her thoughts.  “It’s probably because of all that labor we had to do, but, right now, spending time with the cows would probably be more fun than sitting around in an arcade or watching TV.”  After Laura said that, she noticed a strange, yet warm smile spread across her sibling’s face.

“I understand; thank you for talking to me.  I’m going to go tend to a couple of tasks outside.  You should lay down and relax, sweetheart,” insisted Cass as she walked off and headed out the front door.

Laura stood there for a minute after Cass left, contemplating her question.  “Is it really that weird to be jealous of some dumb cows?”  She whispered to herself.  Though it wasn’t like Cass had made fun of her during that conversation.  She shook her head and turned to head up the stairs.  With every step, her hefty ass and tits strained against their fabric imprisonment.  After getting a wedgie in too many places simultaneously, Laura decided it was time to get naked and enjoy some privacy.

Upon reaching her room, Laura finally noticed a peculiar, sticky sensation on her shoulder.  That couldn’t be sweat, right? Now puzzled, she reached up to touch the fabric before holding her hand out to look at.  Her heart immediately raced as her eyes slightly widened.  A reddish hue stained her pale flesh.  She pressed her index fingertip and thumb together before slowly separating them.  A thin, gooey strand connected the two digits.

“What the hell?”  Was all Laura could mutter amidst the exhausted fog that shrouded her brain.

The next day, Laura was dressed in overalls and tending to her precious cows during the later morning hours.  It wouldn’t be long before the sun reached its highest point in the sky.  Only a few fluffy clouds floated amongst the sea of blue overhead.

“You ladies really like to graze, don’t you?”  Laughed Laura as she sat cross-legged in the grass and watched them.  She already finished her daily tasks and had some time to burn.  After how regretfully the previous day went, she decided to relax amongst her favorite, gentle beasts for the day.

She smiled softly and then flopped onto her back, staring straight up while the buzzing of cicadas droned in the background.  A few weeks prior, she would have been working her ass off and feeling nothing but pure anger toward how awful her life had become.  Ever since those red shards showed up, her living conditions improved drastically.  Cassie and herself agreed that it was odd, but found it difficult to be too upset when the farm was thriving to this extent.

Laura closed her eyes and drifted into a semi dream-like state, the smells and sounds of nature washing over her senses.  Her mind wandered through various topics, ranging from what she would eat from dinner to what she would do for fun tomorrow.  Maybe I could convince Cass to do paintball with me.  That had been something she wanted to do for a while now.

Before long, Laura’s mind glazed over.  She found it difficult to maintain a coherent train of thought as her brain urged her toward simpler, easier to digest thoughts.  Paintball sounds complicated though.  Maybe I’ll just relax here tomorrow as well, reasoned Laura as she opened her eyes once more.

While lost in thought, a red glint from the corner of her eye caught her attention and forced her to turn her head.  She stared with a puzzled expression as she noticed a red patch of grass that stood out against the greenery.  Had that always been there?  Well, obviously not.  But had it been there since she came out here today?  Laura hesitated before finally letting out a sigh as she got up and sauntered toward the strange grass.  She muttered the whole way, picking at her overalls to remove the dampened fabric from her ass crack.  Laura would have to buy bigger clothes soon; she chalked it up to gaining weight due to not having to do as much labor.

“Huh.”  Laura stopped and stared down at the patch of crimson grass; it was roughly circular and about a meter in diameter.  This was obviously due to those red crystal things, but she felt surprisingly calm.  Actually, this bizarre vegetation emitted a rather pleasant scent.  It was much like normal grass, but-- more?  It was hard to explain.  It smelled so appetizing and inviting.

“You’re amongst friends.  Don’t you want to eat with them?”  A voice suddenly echoed through Laura’s head.

She felt immediately alarmed, but a warm fuzziness washed over her and drowned out any heightened sense of anxiety.  “Friends?...”  Laura muttered, glancing from right to left.  Her precious cows stood around the pasture, lazily grazing as they happily swished their tails and let out an occasional moo.

“They love you.  Did you know that?  They appreciate everything you’ve done for them and want you to join them.  You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

Despite Laura’s mental haze, she recognized something was quite off about this.  “W-- Wait…  Who are y--”  Her words cut off when a rush of delectable fragrance flooded her nostrils and caused her to salivate.  Any semblance of worry dissipated as she stared at the red grass with a hypnotic gaze.  “Do…  Do they really want me to eat with them?”  Laura stammered.  A dull throb between her legs started and gradually intensified.  Once again, her ass and tits creaked and strained against their denim confines, growing worse by the second.  Even though she chafed uncomfortably, a twinge of arousal flared up within her loins and mixed with the profound sense of hunger she felt.

“Of course. They adore you; why woudln’t they want to eat with you?”  The voice warmly responded.

Laura trembled as she fell to her knees, the red grass now only a couple of feet from her face.  It smelled incredible; far better than even that Chinese buffet she generally adored.  “Maybe…  Maybe just a little-- it smells so good,” responded Laura as she jutted her head toward her impending lunch.  She could have ripped some out with her hand and eaten it that way, but it felt wrong somehow.  Laura placed her hands on the ground so she was on her knees and palms.  Saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped from the corners as she happily swayed her hips back and forth.  As she reached out to take a bite, her heart suddenly sank and grew cold.  What am I doing?  Laura looked around and realized she was on all fours like an animal.  She was literally about to eat some mysterious red grass like a cow; how was any of this remotely okay?  Trembling, she started to stand.

“They will be disappointed if you leave.  You should stay, Laura,”  insisted the voice.

Suddenly, the hunger intensified as a spike of adrenaline coursed through her body.  All semblance of rational thought was yanked from her head and replaced with an unyielding need to mingle and eat with her girls.  “Y-- Yes, I don’t…  I don't want to disappoint them,” purred Laura as she resumed standing on all-fours and leaned over to finally take a bite of delectable foliage.

A cacophony of intense, rich, earthy flavors immediately tantalized her tastebuds.  “Mmmmm… Oooo!”  Laura suddenly gasped as she started to chew.  Every time she inhaled, the wonderful, floral flavor consumed her senses.  At the same time, a hot tingle formed in her stomach and slowly radiated outward.  “Why…  Why is this so good?”  She asked as her body shook.  She took another bite and then another, not relenting as she filled her stomach with this delicious feast.

Creaking sounds wafted through the pasture as the seams of her overalls started to fray.  Laura’s ass and breasts gradually pushed the poor garment to its limit, her underwear lodging uncomfortably into her swollen vulva and crack.  Her forehead and tailbone also started to throb as her insides churned.

“I…  Shouldn’t be doing this…”  Laura half-heartedly mumbled as she wiggled her perky, bouncy ass back and forth.  Eating grass like a damn animal was obviously messed up and completely out of the ordinary; she was smart enough to realize that something was happening to her mind and body.  Regardless,  she found herself increasingly envious of the tails owned by her precious bovines.  They always swished so adorably and served to express their emotions.  “I shouldn’t--”  Her coherent thoughts finally left, making way for something simpler and easier to contemplate.  Does grass taste this good for my girls?  She briefly mused, not realizing that two tiny horns and the nub of a tail had erupted from her body.

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