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"Ma'am! Security will be here any minute now.!" The restaurant manager shouted, his face beet-red as he used his stubby, sausage-like fingers to wipe sweat from his brow.

This is so good. The girls would love this, wouldn't they? Laura thought to herself, tuning everything else out as she sat on her hands and knees, gleefully sucking salad components into her mouth. She was entirely out of her mind and was not thinking clearly. However, as her hunger waned, some semblance of sanity returned. She stared down at the floor with a blank expression, furious yet muffled voices sounding off around her.

What… What am I doing? She internally stammered, feeling a wellspring of terror and anxiety bubble up within her. This couldn't be right; how was any of this remotely okay? She was on the floor, eating like a damn animal. "I--I" m not… I'm not a cow…" She murmured, beginning to tremble as tears rolled down her face. Laura suddenly stood to her feet, wobbling as she scanned the room with tear-stained eyes. Everyone stared at her with a look of horror while others left the salad bar as quickly as possible.

"I--I'm sorry…" She choked, blocking out the manager's angry ramblings as she shambled toward the exit as quickly as possible. Her swollen assets made it difficult to leave promptly, her butt and breasts jiggling and shifting with every haggard step. She didn't swell on that fact right now; the only important thing was getting the fuck out of this place before she humiliated herself even further.

"Miss! You've already ruined the lunch rush. Sit your ass down and wait for security to show up!" The manager growled, his face redder as sweat rolled down his neck.

"FUCK OFF!!" Laura furiously screamed, turning to face the man, who took a startled step backward in response. "I-- 'm leaving! Shut the hell up and let me go!" She was in a completely irrational state, unable to string together rational thoughts. With that tirade, she pushed past the manager and left the salad bar.

"H-- Hey! How dare you speak to me that way after your inappropriate behavior! Stay there and wait for security-- hey!!" The man shouted in frustration.

Laura didn't listen, walking out of the establishment as she made a b-line toward the nearest exit. With each step, her rotund ass and tits heaved. Her nipples again started chafing against the fabric of her top, giving her grief. "Oh god… What--- what the hell was that?" She stammered as tears rolled down her cheeks. None of this was remotely natural; why did she eat off the floor like a goddamn animal? Laura recalled eating with her cows a couple of days prior; how delicious it had been and how excited and happy it made her feel to enjoy a meal with her cows. She also remembered how much easier life became since those strange red shards showed up on her farm. This whole bizarre situation was due to those red shards, right? 'I don't… I don't want to be a farm animal," she mumbled as a pang of fear rose. At the same time, her nipples began to throb while the nubs atop her head and at the base of her spine began to tingle.

Why not? Would it be so awful if you were a lovely cow? 

The voice echoed through her head, attempting to sway her down the path of cow-hood. No-- I… I can't… Laura shook her head, trying to resist the temptation. Just because she liked to be lazy didn't mean she had to be a cow. She would rather just lay in bed while eating ice cream and watching Netflix; there was no reason to be some ugly, bloated animal.

You don't really consider your precious girls to be bloated and ugly, do you?

As Laura exited the mall and stood at the parking lot's edge, she stopped in her tracks and reflected on the words that floated into her head. She remembered how angry she became when anyone talked down to her cows. Of course, she didn't consider them bloated or ugly; they were beautiful, pure beings. No-- they're not gross or anything like that, she shook her head. But that didn't mean she wanted to be one.

Laura took a few slow breaths and tried to focus. Now wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts; she had to get home as soon as possible. Her vulva once again throbbed, aching and yearning for any type of stimulation. Laura couldn't deny an incessant longing for physical touch through her haze of disgust and self-deprecation. "No-- now isn't the time," she gritted her teeth, pushing her legs together. At any minute, security officers could appear and flag her down. She had to get out of here.

Laura began to walk, heading toward her car. After what felt like a one-hundred-mile journey through the Sahara, she reached her destination. Her breath was ragged as a layer of sticky sweat coated her entire frame, dampening her clothing to an uncomfortable degree. I just have to drive home, that's all… She ignored the chafing of her nipples and climbed into the driver-side, adjusting herself as her ass cheeks spread across her seat. Getting her safety belt fastened was a chore; the fat from her hips and butt spilled over, making it difficult to get everything situated. Why am I putting on so much weight? I don't-- She remembered the whole cow thing mid-thought, followed by a deep, all-consuming chill that permeated every cell of her body. "I-- I just need to get home… Get home…" She stammered as her body trembled. Laura started her car and got on the road, beginning to drive.

"Ooooh…" She let out a small moan as a pulse of tingly warmth shot through her vulva and washed through the core of her body. Images of massive bull cocks manifested in her head, forcing her to recall the vision of one of her cows getting impregnated in the past. Laura's pupils dilated as a stupefied smile spread across her face. While the bull-fucking played in her head, the fragrance of grass tanalized her sinuses despite being nowhere near.

That's right. Smile and think happy thoughts; enjoy yourself and let yourself be taken for a ride, the voice in her head chimed.

Laura felt warm and fuzzy. A strange sense of calm overtook her as her mind relentlessly wandered. She recalled a strange dream where she became a cow and enjoyed an incredible, lazy day on a farm that stretched infinitely. Farm workers toiled all around her in the scorching heat while she got to graze and sit around without a care. Without thinking, she adjusted her body forward to account for the freshly-sprouted tail nub jutting from her spine's base.

Despite the red light in front of Laura, she was too far gone to recognize the need to stop.

"BEEEEEEEEP!"

Laura snapped back to reality, seeing a massive van careening toward her. She let out a loud scream and put her foot on the gas. At this point, stopping or slowing would only serve to get her killed. Thanks to this act and the van swerving, the two narrowly missed each other.

Now shaken, Laura started to panic, concerned that she couldn't even seem to drive without these strange urges and thoughts dulling her mental faculties. Beyond that, she was severely trembling and could barely keep the car straight. A few options danced in her head before she quickly decided to pull into a strip mall parking lot and stop.

Laura put her car into park and placed her hands over her face. None of this was expected; this entire day had been a goddamn nightmare, and she was losing more control of herself by the second. "What… What should I do?" She weakly pleaded. Her friends abandoned her in the salad bar and left her all alone. Though, she couldn't exactly blame them after what she had done. Laura ignored the strange sensations in her body and attempted to figure out her next course of action. She didn't trust herself to drive, and there was no way she could call her friends for help after all they did. The only other option was to bother her sister, Cass, right?

Laura moved a trembling hand to her purse and pulled her phone out, staring at the dialer with a confused look. Cass was busy today, though. Also, she didn't know if she had it in her to explain the situation. But who could she turn to if she didn't ask her sister for help?

She took time to think over her situation, trying not to have a complete mental breakdown. A sudden thought hit her as her eyes darted back and forth while browsing through her available options. Laura's eyes widened as she recalled her encounter from earlier. That guy from the mall she exchanged numbers with-- what was his name? Brock?

Laura blankly stared at her phone for a solid minute, parsing through the red flags and alarm bells that sounded in her head. There was no way she could rely on a stranger looking to get laid, right? The longer she thought about this, the more intense the pangs between her legs and from her nipples.

You want someone to fuck you. To play with your teats and milk you, right? I will keep you safe, so follow your carnal desires.

Laura listened to those peculiar words flooding her head. Wait a minute-- were these not her own thoughts? Was someone talking to her? She recalled the apparent sapience of those red shards.

Don't think too hard. Embrace your desires and call him,

After that sentence, a strange wave of calm washed over Laura, her mind growing foggy. "I.. I should call him…" She muttered to herself. That was right; she was horny and needed someone to give her sweet release. Why did she ever think it was a bad idea to call Brock? Of course, it was her best option, giving her a safe ride and a means to receive the physical touch she desperately desired. Without further thinking, she called Brock, who picked up after only two rings and answered.

"Yo! This the girl from the mall?" Brock curtly asked.

"Y-- Yeah…" Laura stuttered in response, a burst of excitement erupting from the core of her body. "It's Laura-- I… I'm feeling a little shaky and don't think I can drive. I'm at that strip near the mall with those two tea shops and a Joann Fabrics. I thought maybe, uhh…" She paused for a moment. "You could bring me to your home."

There was a moment of silence on the line. "Hey, girl. I mean, I'd love to bring you home with me. But if you're just looking for somewhere to rest for the night and nothing else, I'm not sure I can help. I'm not running a charity, you know what I mean?"

Laura took a deep breath. "Don't worry. I-- I really need a man tonight. Please… Please come get me. You won't regret it," her words dripped with a combination of lust and desperation.

"Ooooh shit. Fuck yeah. I'll come to get you, babe. I know where you are, so hang tight for ten minutes, okay? I'll bring you back to your car tomorrow or whatever. If you're coming over, you'll have to stay the whole night since I'm not going anywhere else tonight. Ya get me?" Brock eagerly asked.

"Yes-- of course! Please just pick me up as soon as you can!" Laura insisted, giving Brock a few more details to help locate her.

After hanging up, the trembling Laura unfastened her seat belt and reclined back, curling up on her side as she took slow breaths to calm her elevated heart rate. She honestly had no idea what the hell she was doing. Every time she tried to reflect on the true gravity of her situation, a little voice in her head talked her down and convinced her everything was okay. Even though her body ached and throbbed while inhuman traits began to sprout from her swollen, female form, she somehow slipped back into a state of relative serenity and giddiness. I wonder if I can get Brock to suck my tits, Laura beamed, a stupid grin spreading across her face. She recalled how milk spurted from her nipples in the dressing room. Rather than consider how odd it was to be lactating, all she could do was fantasize about Brock sucking milk from her swollen breasts. How big would he be? She couldn't help but hope he had an unapologetically massive cock hanging between his legs. Laura hadn't felt this excited in ages.

Before long, Brock showed up, and Laura got out of her car. She wobbled toward Brock's new-looking white truck and opened the passenger door. "Hey-- I'm ready. Please take me with you," she almost begged, climbing next to the man. He reeked of too much body spray, but she was able to recognize his natural, male musk through all of it. As his male scent washed through her sinuses, her vagina twitched and spasmed. A tiny burst pulsed through her clitoris as she bit her lower lip and tried her best to stifle any noises.

"Oooh shit. You're horny as hell, aren't you?" Brock brightly grinned, watching what he perceived to be a horny slut writhing and squirming in the seat next to him. "Don't worry. I gotchu, babe. Aight?" He reached over to touch Laura's hair and let out a sudden yelp, pulling his hand back. "Fuck! What was that?" His finger was bleeding slightly.

Laura blinked in confusion. "O-- oh, I don't know how you cut yourself, I'm sorry," she quietly responded.

Brock looked at his finger; it looked like a paper cut. "Whatever, shit happens. Make it up to me when we get home, and I'll forgive you, okay?" He was too horny to care.

"O-- Of course! Take me home with you already," Laura weakly laughed as they headed off.

As Brock drove, he flipped through the radio stations. For a brief moment, there was a news blurb.

"Reports of red-tinted water have been coming in all over town. So far, Aquarius Water company has stated it does not appear to be rust or toxic chemicals--"

Brock grunted in disinterest, turning on rap music and turning the volume up to a somewhat uncomfortable level, beginning to mouth along with the words and occasionally saying them out loud. It looked like he had no intention of making conversation on the way back.

Laura wasn't fond of the loud music but didn't really care. Something was odd, though; what on earth ccut Brock? She reached up to touch carefully where he had been touching her hair. After a few seconds, she found a small, hard object and pulled it out to look. It was a tiny red shard, much like the others that had recently filled her life. Was this what he cut himself on?

It's nothing. You will be enjoying your night very soon, aren't you excited?

Laura's mind clouded as she dropped the shard onto the floor. That was right; there were far more critical things to dwell on now, so she shouldn't worry so much.

Laura and Brock entered the man's flat. It had a clean, modern aesthetic and seemed like a relatively spacious apartment. She sat on his couch and took a deep breath, trying to repress the mounting excitement within her.

Brock came out with water for Laura. "Hey, drink this," he suggested. "You looked kinda hot or whatever."

"Oh-- thanks!" She gladly drank the water and sat down the cup with a sigh. The cool fluid washed through her insides and greatly assisted in making her more comfortable. This was just what she needed. However, no amount of cold water could stoke the fires of passion building within her loins.

"Yeah, yeah, no prob," responded Brock as his eyes scanned the well-endowed woman at his side. He began to break out into a layer of sweat, brushing it from his brow as he took a deep breath. "I'm getting a little hot myself. I think it's a sign, so why don't we head to my room for a bit?" He saw no reason to beat around the bush.

Laura didn't waste a second. "I like the way you think. Why waste time?" She giggled, brightly grinning as horniness overwhelmed her.

Brock took Laura's hand with a sly look and brought her back to his room. "I might be a little sweaty; I could wash up downstairs real quick. I don't want anything to taste bad for you," he gave her another smirk, not so subtly hinting at the fact he wished to receive oral pleasure.

A wild look appeared on Laura's face as she stared at the man in front of her. She could still smell his tantalizing, male musk through his cologne. The pressure atop her head and tailbone intensified as she took a few shaky steps forward. "No… There's no need to clean up a little sweat," she purred, stopping inches from Brock's body. She slipped a hand onto his shirt, pushing her fingers over his muscular abdomen as an insatiable lust swirled within her.

"Oh damn-- I knew I made the right choice getting your number," Brock stated in delight. "You get right to the point, huh?"

How big is he? I have to know. Oh god… Laura's hips swayed as her clitoris ached and chafed against the fabric of her panties. She pulled her hands out from Brock's shirt and placed them on his chest. "You should lay down. I need to inspect you," Laura insisted in a shaky voice. She roughly pushed the eager Brock onto the bed, so he was laying flat on his back. She then unzipped her hoodie and tossed it aside, so she had only an oversized tee shirt. Her parking, erect nipples showed through due to her lack of a bra. Still in her jeans, she straddled her legs above Brock's knees and slid her hands to his waistband.

"Fuck yeah-- daaaamn…" Brock shuddered, laying back as he put his hands behind his head. "I mean. If you want to take the lead and show me a good time, by all means."

Strip him, examine him, suck him, fuck him, Laura's mind raced as she unbuttoned his jeans and shimmied them. Brock assisted, raising his lower body so Laura could toss the pants onto the floor. Once entirely removed, Laura stared at his boxers, seeing the prominent bulge throbbing beneath the fabric. "I don't think you need these either," she insisted as she quickly tore the garment away from the strong male's muscular form.

His penis sprung forth, twitching as a bead of precum already glistened at the very tip. Laura could see that his dick was at least ten inches long, an absolute monster by human standards. Still, though. A twinge of disappointment set in as the image of a monstrous bull cock danced in her head. She recalled the motion of the massive shaft repeatedly penetrating her lovely, mooing cow as she cried out in delight from being impregnated. How could this compare?

Just relax. Enjoy yourself, and everything will work out. You will be satisfied by the end, the voice in her head promised.

Laura paused. Yes-- it will work out… The musk from his erect penis wafted through her nostrils and sent waves of indescribable horniness down her pelvis. If she gave into her primal needs, everything would surely work out in the end.

"I know it's impressive, but you gotta do more than stare," laughed Brock. He moved a hand down and gripped the base of his shaft, giving a slight squeeze as his precum trickled down the head. "I know sex is all about mutual pleasure. Give me a little love, and I'll be happy to return the favor." His body trembled in anticipation as he began to breathe more deeply.

A small voice in Laura's head insisted that this was wrong. The fact that strange words apart from her own attempted to guide her down this path should have been a massive red flag. She realized by now that she must have been growing horns and a tail based on the abnormal pressure erupting from those specific locations; the reality of her situation was that she would keep changing if she gave into her animal-like desires. Still, though, it was impossible to fight. She didn't want to go back to slaving away in the sun all day. Anything was better than that.

"I just needed a second, love," responded Laura in a raspy tone. She leaned down and pushed her tongue over the head of Brock's twitching cock, eliciting a low moan from him. She then slipped a petite hand down and gripped the base of his penis, pushing upward lovely and slow as her mouth descended.

"Fuck yessss," Brock groaned as his hips jerked forward. A layer of profuse sweat broke out all over his well-chiseled frame.

Laura found the taste incredible. Salty, musky, sour, savory-- all of it combined into something equal parts arousing and appetizing. Her mouth lowered as she took as much of the masculine pillar into her mouth as possible. Her tongue coiled around Brock's turgid manhood, extending further. She didn't think too hard about how her tongue seemed longer and thicker than before. As Laura sucked, she used her hand to apply pressure at the base while moving her fingers up and down a couple of inches, nice and slow.

"Do you like that, big guy?" She asked with a satisfied grin.

"Ugggh, y-- yeah… I… I feel kind of funny, though… But don't stop…" Brock grunted as he continued to sweat. A few cracking and popping sounds emanated from his muscular body.

As Laura pleasured Brock, her loins and tits screamed, growing more and more sensitive by the second. All she could think about was how it would feel to be milked by this strong male. How lovely it would be if his dick spasmed inside her hot, tight pussy. She imagined herself bent over in a field, on all fours, surrounded by Mother Earth's fragrance.

Laura felt Brock's penis spasm and grow in her mouth. Was he just getting more erect? It was odd; as the seconds passed, it was almost as if his rod had gotten longer and thicker.

 He let out low moans while spasming and twitching on the bed the whole time. "W-- What the fuck… What's… What's happening to my cock?" Brock gasped, looking down. "Something-- something is wrong, I--" He stopped as his pupils dilated. "Don't stop… Please, oh god… Don't stop," he pleaded, lulling his head back as he tightly closed his eyes once more.

Laura continued to suck and stimulate her soon-to-be mate, but curiosity got the better of her. She pulled her head away while still using her hand to stroke and rub Brock's mighty pillar. Laura had never seen anything like this before; the skin of his penis gradually darkened while his dick grew out further in length. Before her eyes, her hookup's body gradually changed.

While Laura's initial sense of wonder and aye melted into something akin to fear and uncertainty. How could he change like this?

"S-- Something is happening to me…" Brock groaned, shuddering as the skin all over his body darkened ever so slightly. His frame grew even more muscular as he spoke. "F-- Fuck, I… I can't ask you to stop… Please-- please suck me off. Oh god, I need it!" He pleaded as his hips spasmed and shuddered.

Laura, please relax. You'll need a mate to keep you company as you transition lifestyles, right? I am preparing Brock for you; he is all yours.

As the voice sounded in Laura's head, glee erupted within her. She wasn't going to be alone? Did this mean she would have a partner as her body changed to suit her desired, lazier lifestyle? Despite how wrong the whole situation was, she only felt excitement.

"Brock, relax… We will be enjoying each others' company quite a lot from now on," Laura purred, watching in delight as his dick transformed into something more appealing to her changing sensibilities. She descended again, sucking on the man with renewed vigor. If I want him to milk me, it's only fair if I milk him, right? 

"W-- What? I'm not looking for a girlfriend--" Brock started, stammering as a pulse of euphoria shot through his hips. "I-- Oh god!" Blood continued rushing to his penis as it expanded, sending his mind into an uncontrollable spiral of lust. Of course, he would have to see Laura again. How could any woman compare when he felt such indomitable desire in her presence?

As Laura continued, her horns grew out, finally showing above her hairline as they formed into points. Simultaneously, her tail extended further and stuck below the hem of her shirt, frantically swishing back and forth. She couldn't fully comprehend that her body was entering a new stage of transformation.









CHAPTER END

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