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Laura stood in front of the mirror, grinning in admiration of the adorable white sundress that adorned her body. When her phone buzzed, she pulled it out of her purse and glanced at the Discord message from her friend, Elly.

"Joanna and I are really excited for our night out! I might be running five or ten minutes late, so please be patient with me if I'm not at the bookstore right away <3" 

Laura smiled and typed "No problem!" in response before shoving her phone into the bag and staring back at the mirror once more. Her breasts now just broke past the D cup mark, somewhat straining against her bra and the chest of her dress. Pronounced cleavage showed through due to the low cut. Her wavey, soft brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with cute bangs that swept to the side. Something seemed off, but what? She moved her petite hand up her face and brushed her fingertips right under her eye. They were usually an icy pale blue but now seemed a little darker and closer to gray in color. Her breasts also used to be on the smaller side of C, with a relatively average set of hips seated below her waist. Now, her ass and hips seemed more pronounced, making her look like a pin-up girl.

For a brief moment, alarm bells sounded in her head. They were quickly stoked by a single giddy thought. Damn, I look HOT now, don't I? She giggled, ignoring the odd throbbing sensation at the base of her spine and on top of her head.

 Despite how bizarre the last couple of days had been, she found it difficult to focus on negative thoughts. It is as if a voice in her head continuously urged Laura to unwind and enjoy herself. She briefly panicked upon waking up in the morning but was quickly distracted upon receiving a text from a close friend asking her to enjoy a lovely girls' day out. It wasn't like she could sit outside with her precious cows all day and night, right? Laura didn't want to admit that such an idea sounded nice and agreed to spend an evening indulging in her more human desires.

As Laura grinned at her reflection and inspected her supple assets, an anxious thought nagged at the back of her mind.

Remember your dream? Your changes? Don't you want to be just like your precious cows?

She also remembered getting some kind of choice. She was allowed to say no if that was a fate she didn't desire. But, if all of this was real, shouldn't she have been more freaked out or terrified? The whole situation was inhuman and beyond human understanding; wouldn't she be experiencing abject terror? Her fearful thoughts flickered as dull embers rather than a raging inferno, somehow allowing Laura to keep her cool. I have control over my life. I am fine! She forced herself to smile once more and turned to leave the room.

"Hey, girl!!!" A busy woman with dark skin and large breasts trotted past a shelf labeled 'Graphic Novels' and pulled Laura into a tight hug. She wore blue jean shorts and a white halter top that showed off her curvy form.

"Hey, Joanna! It's good to see you!" Laura giggled, hugging her friend tightly before pulling back. Her eyes briefly scanned her friend's body, noting how Joanna appeared to have recently put on a bit of weight. She wasn't obese by any means, but her soft body strained against her shorts, giving a faint muffin-top look. Like I'm one to judge, Laura thought, realizing she was more tightly packed into her dress than she would have been a week ago.

"Let's get a drink at the Starbucks while we wait for Elly. She told me she wouldn't be offended; I think she's a little too worried we'll be upset at her or something," Joanna shrugged. "I'm thirsty as hell, though; come on!"

Laura nodded, faintly smiling. "Yeah, sounds good."

The two walked past various shelves, making their way to the Starbucks nested in the back of the bookstore. Joanna was first in line as she looked at the menu and pursed her lips. "Hmmm… You know what? Today's gonna be a cheat day for me." She turned toward the barista. "Can I get a venti iced chai? Light ice, three pumps of white chocolate mocha. Also, please make it with whole milk." After paying, she walked over to stand where the drinks were served and pulled out her for a temporary distraction.

Laura wasn't about to judge her dear friend for enjoying a drink with a thousand calories or whatever. When it was her turn to order, she thought about getting a macchiato, one of her all-time favorites. "Mhmm… Maybe I'll take a…" As she scanned the menu and was just about to finalize her decision, she caught something green out of the corner of her eye. Upon turning her head, Laura's eyes locked onto a green tea frappuccino, firmly grasped in the hand of a female patron. Matcha had never been a flavor she historically liked. Green tea was already a no go for her, and it was even worse when ground into a fine powder and mixed into drinks or desserts. Basically, it ruined everything it touched in her eyes. However, something about that green color and her memories of the awful, bitter taste made her salivate.

"Do you know what you want, Miss?" The male barista asked, raising an eyebrow. There wasn't a line of people waiting, but he still seemed impatient.

"Oh-- yeah, sorry," curtly responded Laura as she turned her eyes forward. Her cheeks flushed pink with mild embarrassment. "Maybe I'll try something with matcha today."

The barista took a breath and scratched his head. "Did you want a green tea latte, then? Hot or iced? Or a refresher with coconut milk?"

Laura was about to agree to an iced latte when a memory of consuming grass with those wonderful bovines sprung into her mind. That earthy, delectable flavor needed no assistance. It was perfectly delicious on its own, undiluted and pure. Do I really need milk? Her breath rate picked up as her pupils dilated, a desperate need for that grassy taste assaulting her senses and drowning out all reason.

"Ma'am? Hello?" A twinge of frustration showed in the employee's voice as he raised his voice slightly to get her attention.

"I don't need a latte. Just a hot matcha with water; I don't need sugar or anything!" Laura beamed, a bright grin spreading across her face. She felt a sense of exhilaration as her loins and tits began to ache with a dull throb. Thinking of the delectable taste of foliage roused more than just hunger within Laura. Why does my head hurt? Only a sharp pain on the top of her head snapped her out of it, prompting her to raise a hand to rub her scalp. Are those bumps? 

"Well, it's a mix that already has sugar in it. We usually just use the matcha powder to make lattes, but I can mix it with water if you don't mind it being sweet." He responded, quickly glancing down at his phone for the time as he fidgeted.

"Yeah-- fine, whatever. Venti matcha latte, hot." Laura sighed, pulling out her debit card to pay for her purchase. The important thing was that she got to taste some of that green goodness.

When Laura giddily received her drink, Joanna raised an eyebrow before speaking. "Green tea latte? Weren't you complaining about how it tastes like grass?"

"The fact it tastes like the grass is why I wanted to try it again!" Laura grinned, responding without thinking. Her eyes suddenly widened as she realized what she had said. "I mean--"

"Wait. Are you saying you wanted it because it tastes like grass?"

Laura flinched at her friend's accusatory tone, shifting her eyes away. "I mean, I…" She hesitated. What the hell is wrong with me?

Joanna snorted and began laughing. "That's some funny shit! I don't care if your tastes change or whatever." She assumed Laura was just joking around.

Laura broke out into a cold sweat and weakly laughed. "I appreciate you thinking my awful sense of humor is any good."

"Hey, I'm here!" An almost squeaky, feminine voice cheered, causing the two friends to turn their heads.

Laura felt an imminent sense of relief as she saw Elly approach, quite happy to have a segue into a new conversation. "Elly! That shirt is adorable."

Elly blinked and brushed her long, curly purple-dyed hair from her face before pulling her shirt forward and looking down. "Oh! I wore this one today…" Her top showed a cartoon image of a tea bag steeping in a cup while saying, 'I pee in your drink.' Elley let out a soft laugh. "I can't keep track of my clothes, my apologies." She warmly smiled, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that covered her hazel eyes.

Joanna snorted as her lips curled into a smirk. "Girl, you can't just wear a cute blouse or something, can you?"

Elly playfully huffed in response, turning her head away. "I'm in a happy relationship, and I'm not on the prowl for a date, so I'd rather enjoy my day with a comfy and playful look."

Laura sighed, looking down at her sweaty tits as they pressed against the fabric of her dress. The imprint of each nipple was faintly defined despite the bra she wore as cover. "Don't listen to Joanna; I'm jealous of your foresight. I should have done the same." Without thinking, she took a sip of her latte. Her heart rate immediately picked up as her pupils dilated. That's so freaking good. She immediately thought about eating grass with her cows, her body growing hot and tingly as a thin film of sweat-soaked her increasingly curvaceous body.

Joanna huffed. "Fine, I see I'm outnumbered here." Her words were followed by a cheeky grin.

The three women sat at a table as Joanna and Elly chatted about their dating lives. Laura glanced up at them as the words went in one ear and out the other. She felt a twinge of annoyance and boredom as the conversation progressed, not really caring about how hot Elly's boyfriend looked without a shirt now that he's been hitting the gym. She stayed silent, getting lost in her thoughts as the conversation droned. Who really needs a boyfriend anyway? Laura mused, taking another sip of her drink. A warm, fuzzy sensation formed in the core of her body, spreading outward as it consumed her chest and moistened sex. She recalled her masturbation session the other night, followed by more memories of how intoxicating that vegan banquet she had shared with her cow pals.

"Wait, wait-- hold up…" Joanna carefully looked from left to right, confirming no one was within earshot. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she leaned in close and spoke in a hushed tone. "Jerome is like, super hung, for real. I'm talking eight or nine inches. I'm sure it's not actually as girthy as I'm about to say, but… For real, it's like a pop can or something."

Laura weakly smiled, feeling increasingly bored by the conversation. So he has a big dick, so what? Images of a massive bull cock manifested within her mind. She recalled watching in the past as a masculine, muscular bull mounted and rammed one of their milk cows from behind. Now THAT was impressive. Her tits and vulva throbbed and began to stir. As her daydream consumed her, she hardly noticed her bra and the fabric covering her hips growing tighter. Each sip of verdant green goodness only served to exacerbate her mounting arousal.

"What about you, Laura? Could you handle that beast?" Elly giggled as she and Joanna looked toward their progressively swelling companion.

Laura was caught off guard by the question. Hearing the word 'beast,' she could only see the image of that great bull burned into her brain. "Man, I wish. Maybe if I was actually a cow, it would fit," she responded, her words dripping with a twinge of lust.

The table fell silent as Laura's friends stared at her with puzzled expressions. Joanna was the first to break the ice. "Ummm, yeah… I need you to tell me what the hell that even means? A cow? What now?"

Laura froze as her blood ran cold. FUCK! What the hell is wrong with me!? She cursed herself, lamenting how awful and dumb a response was. What should I say now!? It was hard to think straight while so laser-focused on the prospect of a giant bull cock nearly tearing her pussy apart as it stretched her to her limit. "Okay-- it was funnier in my head! I was just thinking that you were describing some big bull cock or something and trying to be funny… Because I work on a farm, you know? Hahaha…" Her words grew sheepish as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead and rolled down her face.

Elly and Joanna gave each other a brief look before Elly let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, I think you need to work on your routine. That just seemed kind of random to me."

Joanna jiggled her cup as the remaining ice sloshed around at the bottom. "Why don't we go shopping then? I only agreed to meet at the bookstore because it's attached to the mall; I'm sure as hell not here to buy books."

Laura quickly nodded, grateful for the change of subject. "Yeah! Sounds great; let's do that then!"

The trio stood as Joanna threw her empty cup away before walking toward the exit with Elly, who still had half of her strawberries and cream frappuccino left. Laura barely remembered finishing her matcha latte and briefly lamented the fact the cup easy empty. She went to throw it out before hesitating and staring down at the lid. A small amount of creamy, green liquid stained the drinking hole etched into the plastic top. Her heart rate picked up as a surge of adrenaline washed through her. There's still a little bit there; I don't want to waste it. Laura justified her actions as she pressed her tongue against the lid. "Mmmmm…" She purred in delight before removing the lid and bringing the cup to her mouth as she knocked it back. The remaining dribbles of green goodness trickled into her mouth, followed by Laura's tongue probing the cup's interior to clean up anything she may have missed. As this happened, the throbbing on top of her head and at the base of her spine intensified. A new and peculiar tingling sensation erupted from her tongue as she tried to reach the bottom of the cup. Suddenly, she could reach every nook and cranny, her tongue seemingly extending out in response to Laura's desperate need.

"Laura!!" Joanna shouted, grabbing the cup from Laura's hand as she tossed it into the trash. "You weren't even responding to me. What the hell is going on? I'll buy you another drink if you want one so bad. We're trying to leave, and you're acting weird as hell."

Laura stared, completely stupefied, as her venti-sized cup unceremoniously fell into the trashcan. A sudden surge of anger welled up within her. How dare she? That was mine. MY grass. She didn't even catch her mental lapse as she furiously stared back at Joanna. "What the hell d--" she stopped as her eyes widened in horror. What the hell am I doing?

"I-- I'm sorry…" Laura stammered, turning her head away in shame as she stared down at the floor. "I just…" She thought about how confusing life had been recently. That strange crystal being made life at the farm so much easier, but she was also changing in ways that were hard to truly grasp. Was it impossible for her to enjoy a simple day out with her friends? They had been together for less than forty-five minutes, and she was already screwing everything up.

A concerned look spread across Elly's face as she stepped forward and gently took Laura's hand. "You've been dealing with a lot, right? I know you've been busting your ass at the farm. You've given up so much, so I'm sure you have been really stressed." Her words were gentle and sympathetic. "Why don't we go enjoy ourselves now?"

Joanna's face softened as she flashed a brief look of guilt. "Hey-- sorry to get aggressive there. Elly's right; let's goooo, girl! We're gonna enjoy ourselves and buy some shit, right?" She grinned and playfully bumped her hip into Laura's.

Laura's cheeks flushed red as she nodded her head. "You two are the best. Yeah, it has sucked something awful. Thanks for understanding; let's get out of here." She was eager to move on with her day.

The trio walked through the mall as Laura lagged behind her two friends. She let her friends know she was just feeling a bit tired and that they didn't need to worry if she was quiet here and there. Considering how back-breaking farm labor was, they didn't question her. Ugh…  She shifted her eyes around the hall before reaching down to dislodge her panties. As the day progressed, her supple, swollen ass seemed to suck in more and more of the sweat-soaked garment. By this point, it had ridden into her feminine crevice and began to chafe uncomfortably. At the same time, her ass and tits throbbed and gradually grew more cumbersome to haul around in this ill-fitted sundress. Each step resulted in a noticeable wobble from her rear end and a great jiggle of her tits.

"Yeah, so… Jerome's big brother is flying into town next week, and he's legit the fucking worst," Joanna droned on.

Laura tuned out her friend's rambling and focused on how odd her body felt. By this point, her sundress was damp and pasted to her flesh. The fabric also began to strain while the sensation of something breaking through the top of her head intensified. "Hmmm?" Laura muttered, starting to pant as she moved a hand up to touch a tiny, calcified lump. She moved her hand to the other side of her head and found another mirrored the first? "Did I get bitten by something?" She whispered under her breath.

Those are horns.

A voice echoed in Laura's head as a sense of unease gradually set in.  No-- no… Just relax. Laura nearly wobbled as she walked, starting to usher glances from passerbys doing their shopping.

"Mama, why is that lady so sweaty?" A small girl asked, tugging on her mother's sleeve while discretely pointing Laura's way.

Laura's cheeks turned crimson as she wrapped her arms over her chest and looked away. I'm not that sweaty, am I?

"It's rude to say things like that. Don't stare-- come on," curtly responded the mother in a quiet voice as she took her child's hand and pulled her in another direction.

Laura grew aware of the fact she was starting to draw attention. Especially from men who would raise their eyebrows and give her a look as they strolled by. Now feeling incredibly self-conscious, Laura moved her hands down her hips and felt her ass at a moment when no eyes were on her. It felt massive-- so rotund and soft as it stretched the back of her dress.

"I'm going to use the ladies' room real quick," chimed Elly as she noticed some nearby stalls. Joanna concurred and followed while Laura stayed behind and waited for her friends.

"Just relax-- everything is fine. I am okay," Laura muttered, crossing her arms as she stood near the bathroom. As time passed, more and more people could be seen out and about while enjoying a lazy afternoon of mall shopping. As this occurred, the number of eyes glancing Laura's way increased.

I'll buy a jacket, an oversized shirt, and put it on. Laura reasoned, letting out a small grunt as the pain in her tits and below her waist gradually built. Audible straining noises sounded off her chest, signaling her bra's struggle to contain her heaving melons. A sense of panic set in, causing Laura to open her mouth and take labored breaths. Were her clothes ripping? Was her bra going to come off? This was not a situation she wanted to find herself in.

"Oy, oy! You look like you could use some help!" A tall, well-muscled man with tanned skin and clean-cut hair strutted toward Laura. He traced his fingers through his goatee as his lips curled into a wide grin.

This was not how Laura wanted her day to go.









CHAPTER END

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