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"Mrroooooo!" Belle cried out into the balmy, summer air as her tail swished in agitation. A torrent of negative emotion erupted within her. This is my own fucking dream! What gives you the right to do this to me!? She internally wailed, awkwardly shambling in her new, bloated body. This was all Cowtina's fault, wasn't it? All of the bizarre physical and psychological changes she had recently endured couldn't be chalked up to birth control alone. Belle understood on some level that something terrifying and inhuman had befallen her.

Hesat watched in amusement, crossing her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow. "The thought of showing humility has never once occurred to you, has it?" She sighed and shook her head. Hesat then walked forward, intently gazing at Belle's bovine form while slowly circling around her.

Belle's heart rate picked up like the pang of frustration within her grew and metastasized through her psyche. She wanted to put on her usual confident and smart-mouthed front but found it hard to push such a facade while stuck in this awful body. She angrily flared her nostrils and kicked her back hooves while mooing and causing a ruckus. You want to take some moral high ground, yet you're fucking with my life and dreams? Belle was furious. Why did everything awful happen to her? She thought back to when she stole the idol from the Uptown Marketplace. Belle only did so because Mr. Nguyen was an asshole; additionally, it was just a worthless hunk of junk. He probably wouldn't even notice it was missing. Belle was losing her mind while bizarre ailments befell her, and her father threatened to financially abuse her if she didn't comply with his demands like an obedient little girl. Now, some sadistic cow bitch was holding her hostage in a dream and shit-talking to her. Belle wanted to offer further protest but was quickly overtaken by a wave of terror as the goddess approached her.

Hesat's eyes narrowed as she stared into Belle's eyes. She then let out a slow breath and shook her head in disappointment. "You're always the victim, aren't you?" She responded. "Even when you're in a situation where you have no power, such as this one, you still throw a tantrum of defiance." Her face suddenly grew severe as she stepped forward, standing in front of Belle before leaning down, so their faces were a head's width away.

She ceased flailing and froze in place, suddenly finding Hesat's Amazonian cow-woman form intimidating. Belle shuddered when Cowtina's muscular hand reached out and firmly caressed her chin. W-- What… Are you doing? Belle meekly thought, weakly mooing as murky, gray storm clouds blanketed the sky with impossible haste. Just moments prior, she was ready to go to war, and now she just wanted to cry. While looking into Hesat's eyes, she saw something unsettling. The face of a healthy yet unordinary cow refleted back at Belle, taunting and mocking her. No-- no, that's not me… Please stop this. I didn't do anything to deserve this! She couldn't break free from the sheer terror that gripped her heart while a feeling of deep shame soon followed.

"I'm going, to be honest with you, Belle," calmly stated as a flash of lightning shot through the sky. A gust of wind and light rain immediately followed, the temperature rapidly dropping. "You have no power here. You can cry and scream as much as you want. Accuse me of being unfair, a horrible cunt-- whatever you want." Hesat moved her hand to the top of Belle's head and began to gently stroke her. "On some level, you must realize that the body changes you've been going through are unnatural. Screaming and crying won't get you out of this dream, and it certainly won't prevent your fate in the waking world."

Belle's eyes widened in horror as her mind went blank. Dreams were usually blurry and ill-defined. She would always wake up once she realized she was asleep. However, the world around her was crystal clear and felt real. Despite a valiant effort to force herself awake, nothing happened. What the hell was Cowtina rambling about? This couldn't be real; none of it could be. Magic, curses, and mysterious transformations were works of fiction, nothing more. Her changes were because of birth control. This terrible nightmare was due to stress and anxiety. Also, maybe a twinge of guilt for stealing that stupid cow idol. The gears in her head desperately turned, attempting to rationalize all of these horrors away.

A soft smile spread across Hesat's face while she still maintained an air of intimidation. "I see you're almost there. I'll give you a minute."

 If Belle's head was an engine, it hadn't received maintenance or an oil change in far too long. The cogs stopped, breaking down as the floodgates holding back her anxiety burst open. "Moooooo…" She mournfully cried, badly trembling as the rain overhead intensified.

"Do you get it now?" The goddess quietly asked, walking toward Belle's back end while running her fingers over the glossy, black-and-white splotched fur. "You likely won't vividly recall this dream once you awaken, but the important takeaways from our upcoming conversation should stick."

What are you doing to me? Please… I--  Belle hesitated, trying to gather her thoughts through her mental haze. The fact she had no power finally sank in. Her usual strategy of never backing down and exerting dominance did nothing to set Belle free from this hell she now traversed every single day. She was utterly helpless and at the mercy of this seemingly omnipotent deity.

"We have time, don't worry. Why not enjoy some small talk while we're here together?" Hesat inquired, standing near Belle's flank. She gazed down at Belle's swollen udders, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Are you fond of milk, my dear? Call it a hunch; I'm rather curious to know."

Belle's mind was so filled with fear and grief that she barely had any mental bandwidth to comprehend Hesat's question. She clumsily moved her legs up and down, attempting to move her fingers and toes as her cloven hooves pathetically wiggled in response. The pungent odor of fresh grass assaulted her nostrils, followed by a spike of adrenaline that surged through her bloated body. What… What is this? Please-- turn me back… I'll talk to you, okay?? Please get me out of this body! Her tail began to swish on its own, responding to the fragrance of greenery while. Immediately after, she began to salivate. Before Belle could question her situation further, she suddenly felt her fingertips brush against her stomach and let out a surprised moo. Why did that feel so sensitive? It only took her a few seconds to realize that her stomach wasn't actually being touched; the sensitive skin felt like it hung lower, attached like a swollen sack.

Those are… Those are my udders...  Belle honed in on the only answer that made sense. As Hesat's fingertips brushed over the engorged milk bag, tiny shocks shot through her body and left a warm tingle in their wake.

Hesat couldn't help but giggle. "You look about ready to burst. I'll have to give you a hand." A bucket materialized under Belle, followed by a stool next to her. Hesat took a seat and reached a handout, gripping one of Belle's teats and giving it a slight pinch.

"Mooooooo!!!" Belle cried out as her tail wildly flicked back and forth. The shocks going through her body intensified as her thoughts disappeared into a murky pool of primal need. HerHis mind wandered back to the hiking trail with Bret. She had been so desperate for him to touch and suck on her tits and could now feel that same desire permeating every cell of her massive, bovine body. Despite her instincts and need for physical release, she gathered enough mental fortitude to respond. Please-- Cowtina, don't do this… I said I would talk-- please…  She thought about Sophia and Daniela. Soon after, her mind wandered to her dad, her therapist, Mr. Harrison, and then to the online career she had been busting her ass on. She couldn't be a big, dumb farm animal. She had goals and aspirations; it wasn't fair to have this taken away. A wall of grief smacked Belle, a sense of udder despair digging its icy claws into her.

"You can refer to me as Hesat or Goddess. Do you really expect to win my favor if you keep calling me Cowtina?" The goddess retorted, pulling her hand away from Belle as she crossed her arms over her chest. She reached a hand up, gently rubbing her precious cow's side. "I will leave your udders alone if you really want me to," added Hesat, a slight grin appearing on her face. The rain started to let up as the storm cleared at an astonishing rate.

Please-- Please just tell me what you want with me! Belle begged, using every shred of willpower she had to fight off the growing urge to bite down on the grass in front of her. This whole situation reminded her of the hike; at the time, she had been assaulted with the delectable grassy fragrance while growing horny and feeling desperate for a good fucking and milking. As if on cue, a slight throb manifested from below her tail.

"I suppose I can give you a little more information." Hesat let out a yawn and momentarily pondered. "My precious dear. You steal, you're selfish to your friends, you let people take the blame for you, and you lie. Do you really think you're always the victim?"

Belle continued her efforts to ignore her awful body's inhuman desires. I… I work really hard… I'm just trying to do what I love. She meekly responded, her body trembling. I'm not this horrible person that you make me out to be. I'm sorry I stole the statue and messed with it. I-- I will take it back to Mr. Nguyen and apologize if you want. Please-- please save me…  Tears welled up in her dark cow eyes as a low, mournful moo escaped from her lips.

Hesat let out a sigh. "At least you can admit it was wrong to steal my statue. But, sweetheart. Honestly, in many ways, you really are a horrible person. I hate to break it to you."

N-- Noo!! Don't say that! Belle shook her head, mooing angrily as the throbbing in her udders and her loins intensified. I've helped Sophia with volunteer work! I whelp the homeless… I will do favors for my friends!

"Favors?" Hesat's voice soured. "Who are you really trying to help when you record yourself giving $10 to a homeless man and post the video on your social media accounts? When is the last thing you chose to do something nice for the sake of being nice? How many of your philanthropic acts would cease if you had no way to leverage them to get attention and views?"

Belle froze, rapidly scanning her memories. Fuck-- I… She suddenly realized it was impossible to remember the last time she went out of her way to do something really nice. Wait, no-- that wasn't entirely true. I s-- sometimes make dinner… When Sophia was sick a couple of months ago, I got her medicine and helped her…  The voice in her mind weakened, losing confidence by the second.

A loud laugh escaped Hesat's lips as she shook her head. "Are you kidding me? Daniela was out of town, and Sophia had to beg you for more than two hours to do anything helpful. You became passive-aggressive and kept mentioning that you were missing out on great weather for taking pictures. You made her canned soup and half-assed sandwiches while complaining the whole time."

I-- F-- fuck… I… It's not like that-- there… Belle wasn't thinking clearly as he unconsciously leaned forward, starting to sniff the grass in front of her. It wouldn't hurt to take a tiny bite, right? It was only natural for a cow to eat grass, after all. As she opened her mouth and bit down on the foliage, a warm tingle erupted from the core of her body, slowly spreading through every cell of her body. Saliva formed in her mouth, drooling out the corners as she instinctively chewed in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"There's my good girl," purred Hesat as she walked toward Belle's front and reached out to gently stroke her muzzle. "Your father obviously loves you, Belle. You frame him as a cold, unfeeling tyrant who wants to ruin your life. But he has supported you and your hobbies despite multiple lies and disappointing him time after time." She slowly shook her head. "Even after the hiking incident, he has graciously given you another chance to win his trust. So, tell me. How are you always the victim? Do you honestly think you're always in the right, Belle?"

A feeling of abject dread mounted within the frantic and hormonal Belle, her mind now riddled with shame from greedily eating grass in this cow body and from having her hypocrisy exposed. While the initial reaction had been to scream and fight against Hesat's cruelty, she had been mentally broken down into a scared, bratty little girl in the clumsy body of a bloated farm animal. Hesat had successfully peeled away the many layers of bullshit obscuring the core of Belle's soul. Tears continued to well up in her eyes, streaming down her face as they splashed onto the ground below. She continued to bite and chew, feeling both delights toward the deliciousness of her dinner and fear toward what the fearsome goddess had in store for her. She hadn't really been that awful, had she? She wasn't in the wrong for most of those situations; there was no way she could accept that she had been a raging asshole this whole time.

"It's fine if you don't respond to me. My questions don't require a response from you. Honestly, it's good for you to shut up and listen once in a while. When was the last time anyone got to speak with you about your shortcomings without you immediately became agitated and defensive?" Hesat sauntered back toward the stool at Belle's side, her impossibly curvaceous hips swaying as her tail swung back and forth. She then took a seat and eyed the swollen milk sack between Belle's legs.

I-- I'm… I'm sorry… I don't want to eat grass-- I don't want to be a cow… Please, I will try harder. I… I won't take everyone for granted. Please… Belle begged; vicious throbbing assaulted udders and vulva, screaming for sweet release. She couldn't hold back the small, happy moos that flowed from her clumsy mouth; her flat teeth ground her food into green pulp. Fuck-- no, no… I don't want to feel happy… I don't want to like this, please…  She wailed and pleaded in her head, a prisoner of her new body's desires.

"Why is it wrong to feel happy, sweetheart?" Hesat asked. "You won't remember this dream perfectly, but I think the important lessons will stick in your subconscious," she continued. "It's true. I have given you my blessing, and your shape in the waking world is gradually transforming. You will likely notice the more severe changes starting very soon."

NO!!!! Belle internally screamed, feeling a wave of terror consume her. She stepped back from the grass, letting out an angry moo as she raised her back hoovers to kick. This couldn't be happening; shit like this wasn't real. Curses, blessings, and transforming into fucking animals were mere fantasy. The fact that it actually made sense was even scarier.

"You will make such a lovely cow. I promise that you will end up an excellent producer of milk! It will be easy for you to find a farm where you can lazily spend your days grazing and being milked. Doesn't that sound nice?" Hesat watched the bucking beast throw her fit.

No!!! Don't-- don't do this!! DON'T DO THIS TO ME!! Belle wailed as every cell in her body screamed at her to continue eating the delectable greenery. This was a complete nightmare.

"If you don't want to be a cow, I expect you to acknowledge your faults and work on them," the goddess continued. "If you successfully fight your cow urges and start owning up to your many flaws and mistakes, the changes will slow and gradually reverse. If your willpower holds out long enough for you to revert back to complete normalcy, my blessing will disappear forever. However, if you can't control your urges and continue down your ill-guided path, you will be trapped as a happy, fat cow for the rest of your life."

Before Belle could respond, a painful yet pleasurable jolt shot through her udder and made her legs weak. Hesat grabbed two of her tender teats and began to rhythmically pump. "Mooooooo!" Belle let out a moan-like moo as her mind went blank. She desperately wanted to reply and ask more questions but couldn't form a coherent train of thought. Her vagina and udders writhed in anticipation as she felt warm liquid spray out in warm bursts. One disconcerting and fleeting thought regarding how much better than masturbation this felt floated through her head. Wasn't it natural for a milk-bearing cow to feel sweet relief from getting milked? It should be okay for her to enjoy a good milking while in this body. W--What… What do you mean? What do I have to do-- Her mind glazed over as easier-to-digest thoughts surfaced in her psyche. Wow-- being milked feels good… Don't-- stop…  Her eyes once again widened in horror. FUCK! P-- Please!! I don't-- I don't want to like this… Don't do this-- please just… Just make me normal, don't make me play this game! She internally screeched while simultaneously finding blissful joy in getting milked.

"Not happening," simply stated Hesat as she shook her head. "Be a good, repentant girl, and the blessing will slowly reverse and, one day, completely disappear. Continue being bad, and this dream will become your reality. Do you understand?" She asked, speeding up the rate at which she milked Belle.

Please-- I… I will return the statue-- I will apologize to everyone… Don't-- don't make me go through this… Belle begged while she outwardly let out a stream of elated moos in response to Hesat's deft hand movements. A tiny part of her started to nag and suggest that living a life like this wouldn't be too bad.

"If I am correct, you will likely remember that you need to behave yourself if you want to get better over the next few days. The fine details will be lost, but the important parts will stick." A slight smile spread across Hesat's face. "I could conjure up a bull for you if it would help, my dear." She could smell the potent pheromones from the primal and aroused cow.

I don't want a fucking b-- Her eyes widened as a massive, black bull manifested roughly twenty meters in front of her, granting Belle a nice side view of the gigantic muscled beast. Her eyes locked onto the impossibly large, erect pillar that proudly jutted out from between his legs. I-- no… I don't... I can't want--  She remembered her fantasy during the hike when she imagined Bret's cock turning huge and darkening. It struck her that this bull's impressive member mirrored the cock her mind conjured back then. I-- I will behave-- I will try to break this and prove myself-- please… Please just don't make me do this! She felt like she was completely losing her mind between the milking, throbbing pussy and insatiable hunger.

Hesat took a deep breath, letting go of Belle. "Honestly, I'm not sure if you can make it out of this with your humanity intact. Please prove me wrong, Belle," the goddess gently stated. The bull suddenly dissipated as a torrent of fog rolled in and swirled around them.

Belle felt the world spin around her as she started to drift away. Was she waking up now? She would give anything to escape this horrible nightmare and was glad to see the bull disappear. At the same time, she was terrified at the prospect of having to face life if this curse was real. Hesat-- I… W-- wait… Her cow-like desires were thankfully dissipating with the world around her, but she had so many more questions.

"The next time I meet, your fate will have been sealed. One way or another. Goodbye, dear Belle," Hesat responded.

As Belle was ousted from the hellish nightmare, she couldn't help but dread what Hesat had in store for her over the coming weeks. Fighting her blessing would surely only grow more difficult from this point.

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